To me, people are a means to an end,
No feelings to feel, no love to lend.
Their hearts are a tool, to be used and discarded,
And with no regard for who they are, or what they want.

I'll use them, until they're no longer useful,
And then I'll discard them, and move on, without a care.
Their feelings are a weapon, to power my own,
And I'll use them, until they're gone.

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