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Rated: 13+ · Prose · Personal · #2003386
Who a girl used to be.
My shadow is who I used to be.
It’s behind me.
It’s no longer the self that I am now.
I told you that I wasn't going to play that game.
I am more than just what my body does.
I am more than just the pretty girl guys spend an hour with.
Never again would I become that shadow.
I vowed that long ago.
I thought you were different.
You seemed to be so much more.
You seemed to want so much more from me.
Weeks have passed and now I see your true face.
It is entirely completely clear how you see me.
To you, I am just the pretty girl you want to spend an hour with.
How can you not see that my shadow is behind me?
I have done nothing but point that out since we met.
Look at the ground and you can see it as I walk away from you.
I thought you could see into the endless halls mind and not just my bra size.
I am not an “object” meant to entertain you,
As you, so lovingly, called me.
Never again will I settle for being someone’s object.
I guess you and my shadow have the most important thing in common:
You have no place here.
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