A boy. A tired, tired boy. Small. Confusion. What is happening? There's supposed to be a way... answers. Money. Time. Work. People. Eyes. Staring. Anger? Do we die? Do we die inside every time you look at us? Do we scream inside like trapped children in the dark... holding onto knives? Knives for protection. Tired tired tired. The blank pale brown
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