Once A Whore, You're Nothing More
When you’re the kind of person who refuses to open up and be vulnerable, but actually does because you care that much, and it’s all for nothing, you then know to never do it again.
You know, I’m really sorry.
For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
I’m sorry, because your hurt cause of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistake vanish, you lose part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
That’s true, but I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I’ll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, story worrying. I hate seeing you sad :)
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