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She'll use them, abuse them, lose them
She uses them like a drug.
Her mind, body, soul, and being depends on them.
She won't ever feel complete without one.
Or two, or three, or four.
Sometimes all at once.
She uses them for emotion.
She is unhappy with life.
It did not turn out the way she planned.
So she creates uneccessary drama
To fill the void of a plain and meaningless life.
She uses them to create a fantasy.
A world where one day she may be happy.
A world where she is happy with who she is.
But for now she will settle for anyone.
Anyone that will give her a passing glance.
She uses them as darkness.
To darken the light that can shine through her.
To diminish her possibilities.
This way she knows if she does not try
Failure will be easier to accept.
She uses them for belief.
They make her believe
She is capable of being loved.
But those who truely love her
Seem to be unacknowledged.
She uses them to race away.
And to erase all of her real emotions.
If she covers up the truth with false problems
Maybe she can forget the problem that is keeping her up at night.
She uses them to feel like a child.
To bring back the care-free days.
Days when she was young.
She tries to blur the blinding truth
But it follows her like a shadow.
She uses them every morning,
Every evening, and every night.
They are her thoughts.
They are her world.
They are her everything.
She uses them as an escape.
A distraction from herself.
They fog the mirror everyday
So she is unable to see her own reflection.
Even though it is a beautiful one.
She'll use them, abuse them, lose them.