I am a device that sates desires and lusts of others. A tool to relieve tensions of all sorts, little more. I’ve been told “I love you” only so some could release their pent up lust. I have been told “I love you for your money”, just someones financial aid to one who defaults on their loans. I have my body used to feed others greed, signs of wear already showing though at my “youthful” age of 21. And seeing all this, I still go on being an instrument with hope still a ways off of rising above and being my own boss, my own success. Life will be kinder later and if not, I will find relief in the the death of this life and the rebirth in another.

Something I'm still working out of my system. This won't be here long. Hopefully have it gone tomorrow with an RMFC meme.