8: Tiring Day

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Every one holds a pourpous. Sometimes I wonder what mine is. I know I wasn't put on this earth to be a toy, Used for a man's pleasure, But yet I got that letter, To an academy, where all that happens. I don't know why I'm here, or if there is any way out, But I know for certain, I will escape, I will break free, No matter how long it takes, And I will bring along anyone who wants to come, For no woman should be kept in a place, Where she isn't respected, Where she is just an it, An object, A women doesn't like to be treated that way, But guys don't understand, So I swear on my life, I will find a way to leave all the Fuckers in this place, To not be a b***h, To be pure again.
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