Starving
There is nothing to eat.
This dump smells like piss, ass, & feet.
The kidnapper buys a bunch
of shit nobody wants.
It's not even vegan.
But she doesn't care.
Because she has
" I don't give a fuck syndrome".
The toilet has flushed in 11 years.
She can't even tell the landlord it's broken.
The drug store don't even sell anything
Over the counter for her disorder.
It's an untreated mental health issue.
Cussing was my first language.
Plus mold, rat shit, urine stench
Gives me turrets syndrome.
Sleeping in my car is C.A.F.
(cold as fuck)
I don't have a grandmother.
So they won't blush.
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