Innocence stolen,
like a favorite pen
and left discarded out in the open.

Placed down in the gutter,
Unwanted more than a childhood stutter but a guy slicker than butter.

But they just want sex,
Use her and onto the next.
On her soul they put a hex.

Binding her will,
Forever and still.
Collecting any made bill.

Til he beat her with a rod,
The other's just nod.
Dead, she has finally found God.

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