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That’s feeling. Like. I. And like its heart beats fast. And tension. The beat hurts. Flashes of a flat tire. A zero digit under bank account label. The images cycles over and over of the flat tire paid 200, the zero with hunger pains. Bright light around. The Dollar zero digital glows in its thought. Hunger thunder rumbles its stomach. My stomach. Feel allow. Flashing memories. Skinny kid faces. Zero flashes. The glow of the freezer section glares. Pictures of lasagna, curly fries, meat loaf spread taunt. A zero digit flashes in thought. Like taking evey process. Don’t. Need to unlock. And guilt. Fear. Glass door opens. Cold chills. Empty idles. Just looking at the exit into the night and imagination plays a scene of grabbing the pizzas and just running into the night and along the back path and down the hill to home the kids happy to have pizza night and sitting around the table eating. The buzz of the cooler. A person pushing carts passes. Hunger pains numb. Depression, guilt sorrow defeat pain. Defeat. Losing. Hugging frozen pizzas on the tile floor crying away hunger and failure while people push their shopping carts.