I'm sick of rising petrol prices, I fucking sold my second car; My bike broke down but I earn to less to get a new one, my life is a mess. I depressed; Don’t get the best. Am I too fat, am I just too stupid? Is my hair too long? Cause I can’t see the world. Well I got my own bunch of problems to solve, it‘s not my kid who’s going to starve; I missed my plane, I’ll be fuckin late, the time I get up I hate my day. Hell I tired of being lame, but time is cash so I hit the cocaine; No more space in my brain, profit thoughts drain the shame. Never turn my TV on, don’t wanna see no bad things going on. Ha, we dying of laughter; Keep on giving a fuck on her; It‘s not my daughter; Got my own stuff to bother. She is starving, got nothing to eat, we keep on stealing her corn and meat; Sitting on our big fat ass, watching where‘s more cash to press. 

Explaining Anorexia to the Third World Girl

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