she's been used. caught up in the moment. the rush. the exhileration of damning her morals. she's slipped her cover away, she's bare to the bone, stripped of her pride, the decency to live. there's the need to belong, feel wanted, alive. her image is everything. she puts out her heart to feel good for a moment, and cry for a life time. she's beautiful yet failing to see, walk into her pain and fall into their trap. after so long, it's hard to tell whats right from wrong. and it just breaks her heart.