the walls are talking but I can not here all the laughter the fills the air, was I the joke or the play on words. I do not know. but f*uk . now the voice’s quitted down, and mumbling begain. and now the chairs knock around.a voice in my head speeks . oh lonely one, they talk of you and things you have done, no,no I cryed this can not be. there is nothing wrong now go a way, still the voice speeks again, in book I well speek again. so I look to find the code , and after hours it grow old. oh vice that spook too me. are you one of them, or just me. you know this story all too well. I wish you luck . why I dewdell.
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I’m sorry things still aren’t going well for you. Know someone cares 
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