It’s a pest to you
Don't investigate
It's probably already dead
But what
If
It just starves?
It isn’t on you
There'd be no funeral
They probably can't feel it
Or anything
I can't imagine how that might feel, so
They probably can't feel it
But when they see you on yours
When they see you on yours
When they see you on yours
There's no reward It’s a pest to you Don't investigate It's probably already dead But what If It just starves? It isn’t on you There'd be no funeral They probably can't feel it Or anything I can't imagine how that might feel, so They probably can't feel it But when they see you on yours When they see you on yours When they see you on yours Explain Request ×
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