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I am nothing.

You took me and made me nothing,

I am lower than I have ever been just after celebrating a birthday.

Men treat me like a slut because I am one.

Who were you to be any different?

I asked you a simple question.

“Do you feel for me?”

You said you were a robot and that you didn’t feel.

Yet I am your sperm receptacle.

I am nothing.

Men treat me like I am garbage.

Because I am garbage.

A slut.

A whore.