Not exactly proud of it
Just don't have the time
No teeth or claws
Nothing really but hunger
Not begging or choosing
Just desperate for something to eat
And when we find something, anything
It becomes disgusting.
But we don't care
We don't have a choice
It's not like we will get to see
Another day
So we feed.
And we feed..
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Not exactly proud of it
Just don't have the time
No teeth or claws
Nothing really but hunger
Not begging or choosing
Just desperate for something to eat
And when we find something, anything
It becomes disgusting.
But we don't care
We don't have a choice
It's not like we will get to see
Another day
So we feed.
And we feed..
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