You and I are the same,
we get beaten up for pleasure.
We are hung by a rope or a chain,
dangling in the air waiting for every punch to be the last,
until it keeps repeating endlessly and soon enough we break.
Then we are replaced without a second thought,
our corpse is then destroyed and placed within a shiny new one,
not knowing the memories of its insides being beaten down to a pulp.
The cycle continues.
We are used, abused, broken, and restored over and over again.
All for the pleasure of others.
Who knew a human and a punching bag could be one in the same.
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Angel Adagio
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This was so poignant and relatable as well. Hope you are okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️