Now I know what it feels like
to feel like I know what it feels like.

Never empty.

I wish I knew something.
"Yes, I'll take one of each. Thank you."
Sitting here writing words on tiny scraps of paper so that you can't see.
Hang on.

Some days I need to be told what to do.
I make check marks next to their names when I find out they have died.

Watch out for that guy - he's writing things on small scraps of paper and
slipping them into his pocket. He is smiling.

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