i write a few numbers
i have not really read carefully what happens next
but i press just the same
ok,
something runs in my spine
but i know how to stop it
i will create the pain but i promise myself
this will end and must end happily
no, not sadly gone by,
just an end, just an end, it is all that i want
one that ends
well
all my resources drip like rain from a bucket
but i stop worrying since then
for in this house
when i leave
no one stays....
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