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I am empty, like a forgotten, half-drunk can of soda that's been left in a corner to go flat.
I am meaningless, like the words on a wayward piece of paper, floating heedlessly through the streets, imprinting its letters into the pavement where no one will ever see them.
I am trapped, like a goldfish in a sandwich bag, being jostled around by the child who just won it.
I am tired, like a college student who refuses to get any sleep.
Wait, that last one wasn't a metaphor. That was literal.
I am meaningless, like the words on a wayward piece of paper, floating heedlessly through the streets, imprinting its letters into the pavement where no one will ever see them.
I am trapped, like a goldfish in a sandwich bag, being jostled around by the child who just won it.
I am tired, like a college student who refuses to get any sleep.
Wait, that last one wasn't a metaphor. That was literal.
