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Greed
Thief boy, thief boy. I hear everyone call out. In my mind my entire village is still here calling out those words. Thief boy, thief boy I hear them chant over and over again. I hurt myself that day. I broke my legs jumping out of a window with a bag full of food. I stole everything I could get my hands on. Maybe they wouldn't have died if I had shared something. I think I stole someone's medicine. I ate it and I got dizzy and saw people that weren't there and then I heard that they died. So I guess it was medicine. I think someone starved to death because of me. I stole an entire cartoon of food and I never saw them around here since then. And now this man says that I'm the last person on earth and I'm scared. And there's this solider and a large man that looks sad and ignores everyone, I'm scared of them. I want to go back to being thief boy. Back where I was the scariest thing ever. Back where I could steal without guilt. Back where I could practically fly.
I see faces everywhere I turn, people begging me for food and water and medicine. I didn't need it! I didn't need anything! The food rotted because there was far too much to eat. I didn't need medicine. I had even found a well. I could have given someone something, anything! I could have been a hero. I killed people. Why am I even alive? Why me? Why a thief boy. Thief boy, thief boy. I hear all the ghosts call out. In my mind they're all still here mocking me. Thief boy, thief boy, could you spare something? Anything? Just enough for us to survive. Thief boy, thief boy.