Masha, don't eat. 

Stop eating. 

Weak and at loss of self control like a greasy mongrel swimming through the scummy slime of shit that slithers down your throat and stays implanted inside your stomach causing a grand swelling of gluttonous endeavours that explain to the world simply how little you can contain your spoiled self from the indulgence that many don't have the opportunity to lust after. 

How am I to stomp when my body shakes with each step.
A vile thing I am upon the streets rather than the power villain I aspire to be. 

Weak girl weak girl 
No body loves 
Ya weak girl ya weak girl 
No body need
A weak girl yeah a weak girl 
And ain't nobody sees 
Tha weak girl tha weak girl. 

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