Bright Lord - 27 Pack Your Things and Run

Megan.

Where is she?

She's not a human.

Where are you?

I need your help.

He's too weak to talk to you.

Boy.

Fuck you.

You know.

You're no different from your landlady's husband.

You both use women for your own purpose.

I'm not like that.

So what did you do in my office then?

You're of all the same.

I knew something was off about you.

I'm talking now, boy.

You men always interrupt when we vote you.

You just only think about yourself.

Unlike me.

I grew up without any parents to care about me.

My parents left me to be an orphan.

A quiet girl.

Looking for something.

No.

Someone to love.

I thought I would be successful and loved if I tried hard to learn and look for love.

But you, man.

You only looked at me as a sexual object.

Where'd I go?

I was always the same girl.

With good looks.

I was never being taken seriously.

But once I started working for your landlady's husband.

I thought.

This was it.

He was the one.

He spent weekends with me.

When your landlady was away.

He showed me care and held my hand.

When no one did.

He bought me new dresses every time I needed one.

For the first time in my life.

I felt truly loved by someone.

But when I asked him to leave more mergury for me.

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