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Poetry

Extractive

You are a user.

I am a loser,

forever believing

I was other than a toy,

a source of supply

for you to get your jollies,

your fix.

I was nothing but

a virtual blood bank

to a psychic vampire,

creature of the night

and darkness,

living off of others.

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