</>I continued to add salt on my wounds 
Let me panic for a longer while 
I am not delicious enough 
I need to readjust myself to living on this world 
Today I ate a turkey again 
I would like to collect all the flavours 
from candies to sweeties 
from noodles to congee 
Though I am not a kind of food 
How poor 
I am even worse than a dead food 
Not only have I given myself to you 
I have even changed many of myself 
in a hope that i can fit your appetite 
But you're still opening your mouth wide 
without eating any of me.                
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