I can tell you how bad high fructose corn syrup is for you, or how many minutes that pack of cigarettes will shorten your life, or how hard work and perseverance always pays off, but I won't do a fucking thing to save myself from these weaknesses.
I'll sit back and scoff at your SUV and your expensive furs, and I'll swear under my breath as I serve you food and park your cars. But I won't do a fucking thing about it.
No one who could change it, would. No one who would change it, will.
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