Its the way you treat her..like an object
Not of desire but as to be used
Whenever you want
Whatever way you want
Like you do to other possesions
Cars..watches..TV
Because you been sick
And cant see her as a life
And otherwise too
As if you have left life
Around you unharmed
One day the she will be gone
And you would regret forever
Or die a death no one would ever heard of..
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