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I got rid of my smile, I wouldn't need it anymore

taking the pictures that I knew they'd adore

Going against all my own wants and needs

a pout of my lips, and I was sowing those seeds

putting the images within their sick heads

in whore mode, while they sat on their beds

feeding them images, those depraved old men

I'd bagged their desires, yet I was only gone ten.