BWSHC
Bitch
Shut it off
Grab the tissues
Close your eyes
Escape for a while
Whore
Dim the brightness
Listen for a ping
It’s not all bad
You’ll see
Slut
Well that was racy
It’s your fault
Tummies aren’t public
You knew that
Hoochie
Look what you did
Now it’s the pills
Grab the blades
Time to stop feeling
Cunt
Now you’ve done it
He hates you now too
Go find the gun
Let’s end this
BitchWhoreSlutHoochieCunt
Pings get louder
Vibrations more frantic
You look at your picture
“I shouldn’t done that”
BITCHWHORESLUTHOOCHIECUNT
It won’t stop
Put the metal to your head
Feel the click
Now you have silence
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