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June 3rd 2017, 01:02 PM
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Sometimes she doesn't know what else to do
So sometimes she gathers all of the food that her tired arms can carry
And hides it away.
It's her little secret.
No one else will see. No one else will know.
When night comes around,
When everyone else is fast asleep,
Including all those people who have created this,
She loses all control
And soon all the food has gone.
She know nothing has changed
And perhaps never will.
But this is the only thing she can control.
The only thing that makes her feel better.
It's her little secret.
No one will ever see.
No one will ever know.
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