I had them sense 4
Yogurt, pills, and medication
Their a pain
Littraly
Some times I feel like
Death is envelopeing me
I could rant on and on
Who would want to listen to that though
When they can listen to the pain
Listen to the song of pain, missery, and hunger
Too picky to eat what my mother gives me
Too hungry to go without
So hungry
Too hungry
The pain, missery, and hunger
Eventually will get to me
Or
As my father often says
You will grow out of it.
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