Taken From The Mind Of A Prostitute

This was an experimental poem. I saw someone do a poem with the brackets, and thought it was cool and interesting, so I thought I would try it.
P.S.
Not based off of personal experience

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C'mon baby, one more time. I promise I won't tell.
You know I love you.
[Yeah, those lies sound sweeter each second]
All of 'em are so believable.
[Too bad they're fake]
Your wishful thinking is useless; especially with her.

Faking her way every chance she gets.
"Love will come find me,"
Too bad your {heart} can't agree with your {brain}.
(So keep searching)

Tick tock.
Tick tock.

It's almost time to leave.
Another backseat-
Another hotel room.
[Is it worth it all? Just to pay the rent]
(And the heroin?)
It's the only {faithful} thing she has.

A kiss on the cheek, but never the lips; Sorry sweetie, personal isn't their -style-.

Had enough?
"Not until I'm perfect,"
Yeah, I'm sure they'll think so {sometime}...

Cut a little deeper,
[with the needle as your {true} love]

Pretend you're alright,
Happy with the life you (CHOSE).
Ignore the encouragement; there's no way you could do better than {this}.

Sorry sweetie, they were right.
You aren't worth [the fight].

-Play that scene-

Over
and
Over...

Again
and
Again...

Remember who you chose to be.
Let's hope it ends at this.

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I'm not sure if this is unfinished or not, do you think I should add anything, or do you like it like this?