My writings of a girl that I had once known whose innocents was unwillingly taken away at about the age of 14...
Damaged Goods (Busted)
Taken away, beaten and bruised they now lie on the floor alone. Covered in a bed of filth they are slowly rotting away. You would think they are diseased by the way society overlooks them. Seventy five percent off the original price, their worth has declined to near paper thin levels. Scavengers now prey on the worthless, seeking to take what is left. Beautiful had become ravaged now the ravaged are plundered. Clueless to their own reality they only wish to be free from the pain. Try to run, this pain is never ending. We always fall short of our destination. And so I leave you, just like the rest, wallowing alone. I offered my best.
This is not an end. I will return to save my friend.
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