Death at birth,
Uterine necrosis, infection in the fallopian tube.
The old woman is dying, and you, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fetus.
You're left out in the cold.
The old woman is buried two years after the funeral.
The old man drinks like a rag, can't recover.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ methylated spirits.
Ever since they fired him, the ♥♥♥♥♥♥-up one.
He's falling low, his ♥♥♥♥ is stuck in everything.
The bums on the panels are lighting a fire for you.
♥♥♥♥♥, a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ den.
An unconscious old man, covered in puke, lies in piss.
♥♥♥♥-covered curtains flutter here timidly.
And behind them, a forgotten, starving little boy.
He lies covered in feces, they don't even change him.
He's been starving for five days, licking his empty plate.
Cold sees in through the broken windows.
Disorder and booms galore.
The drunk old man went out, didn't lock the door.
And you were left alone with the bums for a few days.

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