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Using is what they used to call it,

But there's no longer a word for it,

But normality.



Am I like a needle,

To be used for company,

Until you no longer need me?

Thrown into the dumpster,

Off you run, to him, to her.

I'll never mean as much to you.



I was never intravenous,

Never under your skin as you were mine,

Always so naive, always too kind.

I like to think I've learned my lesson,

And I thank you for your educatation.



Trust nobody,

Because you will be used by everybody.