I believe I’m a sort of Ideal Woman,
if you know what I mean.
I’m the sort of woman
who can take men away from their wives,
but I could never keep anybody for long.
And that’s because-
I’m the type which every man imagines he wants,
until he gets me…

I’m sick of pretending.
I’m sick of trying to be what everyone wants me to be.
I’m sick of running.
I’m sick of being lonely.
I’m sick of being me.
me
or
Put me out of my misery.

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