[Being full, and being emptied. He wonders if he was ever full, or if he was always playing hands desperately in attempt to get to fullness. He believes he thought killing that girl would keep him safe.]
[He believes in nothing at all now. Not even fullness. He wonders if she is telling him a fairy tale.]
I dream about killing, and being killed, and . . .
Echoes.
[In his heart, in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't know how to explain.]
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[He believes in nothing at all now. Not even fullness. He wonders if she is telling him a fairy tale.]
I dream about killing, and being killed, and . . .
Echoes.
[In his heart, in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't know how to explain.]