There is a house with no door, and I am living there the night is so cold and the days are difficult to put into it. There is a house with no roof so the rain creeps in, falling on my head while I try to think of time. I do not know you, you say that I know, this may be so, there is so much that I'm not sure ... It's called my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel, is my body refuse treatment. There is a house with no bell, but nobody sees, sometimes I find it hard to say if all thealive at all outside. There is a house with no sound, yes, it's quiet there ... there is not much sense in words, if nobody to share time. I learned my lines, I know her so well, I'm ready, that is finally on the line, in my mind that night in the cold I say that is not to be true, if it is the small dark form .. . There is a house with no doors and no living there: one day, a wall ... I also do not matter to me at the time. There is aHouse no light will be closed all the windows, overwhelmed and oppressed now nothing has been revealed, but the time I did not know you, you say that I know, this may be so, there is so much that I'm not sure ... It's called my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel, is my body rejecting the cure ..... Not that anyone help me ...
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