The lines are open

Her shift is up 

Guy after guy taking advantage of this sweet but lost girl

Pain is what she feels when it is all over 

portraying it to be satisfaction

used  like a paper towel she is thrown away

Confusion travels her mind

questioning why she was being threatened this way

Bought to be sold again just like a yard sell.

When will you come home

Searching for that little bit of happiness left in her heart

 The road map to her purpose

The destination brought her to a loving family, true love, and peace

Without a dime spent, she was free

The End

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