Out of me

Here is your money, he said. Thanks, I said. Thanks?

I feel robbed. I'm no longer whole. I'm drained. Empty. What of me is left?

Money. Pay the rent. Buy food. Eat. Go to bed. Get up, too early. Return to him.

The guy with the jobs. The guy with the money. That great guy who is so generous but still sucks the life out of me.

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