Isabella Santoro
Staff Writer
To you, I became an object
Something no longer human
To you, I became a vessel
Something no longer a girl
To you I became a target
Something no longer in the shadows
To you I became a muse
To your very worst fantasies
To you, I became a tool
Something so very amusing
To you, I became nothing
To you, I was never anything
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