recycled
Mental physical emotional health
meant nothing
it should have but
it didn't
and now it's what I need the most
the thing I can't acquire
relating to friends family
the people after you
because I loved you I couldn't
fight you
and I was used
only to be now cycled through
recycled
used again
until none of my parts are the same
only wanting someone who doesn't want
doesn't want anything from me
the last cycle
hopefully soon
until then
hiding from the use
trying to find the health again
Hiding
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