I lost my appetite or maybe I never had it. Who can eat when the world treats you like your running against a rabbit. Refusing to loose is my habit, might not be a good one, but confidence makes some people panic. So they stop telling the truth about me, my friends start acting fake around me, I just wonder why some people had to start to hate on me. I think its because I'm a great non-fiction story. People hate what they cant explain, crash into you when they can't enter your lane. Over eat, stomach pains, then the worry came, I'm good baby, more relaxed than the calm before a hurricane. They say money is the root of evil, for diamonds in some countries they shoot there own people, but charities ask for donations, so are we using dirty money to save a nation of honest liars who's words are see through? Never worry, I need you, as I talk over my hunger screams. It's raining oil in the gulf, so rainbows are an awkward seen. Some peoples money is white, some is plastic, mine is green. I don't have to close my eyes to see my dreams, I'm inspirations time machine, a bottle of steam to the fake drinkers, i'm trying to wipe my slate clean by being a positive thinker, I hate to be mean, your food looks great at first sight, but I have to decline cause I just lost my appetite.
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