Love Poem: "used"
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Written by: Frederick Smith

"used"

Comfort don't love me 
I let people step on me 
I'm ugly 
I've come to conclusion
what I'm doing 
is in my own illusion
and it bug me
I'm  used 
like a hooker 
on the boulevard
working for money
I feel used like 
drugs'now 
i'm searching 
for that second high
Funny
I feel used
abuse confuse 
wrecking  in silence!