They all look at me and think they know my past.
They all look and judge my actions.
I am scum, a low life, an invalid.
I can't be trusted or saved.
My life doesn't benefit others because all I bring is pain.
Apparently, I am worthless.
No one really cares about the reasons.
They just care about the gossip.
I'm a slut and a filthy whore.
I can't change their ideas.
Apparently, I deserve to rot,
and that is why I am gone.

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