It Is Shut
A voice calls beyond the door.
Before I can heed it's call, I find it shut.
The dweller beyond worries of me, of hunger, of cold.
He calls out from behind the door.
"I'm fine, good sir.", I say. "I'm fine.".
Yes, I'm fine, but for the shut door.
The hunger. The cold.
Before I can heed it's call, I find it shut.
The dweller beyond worries of me, of hunger, of cold.
He calls out from behind the door.
"I'm fine, good sir.", I say. "I'm fine.".
Yes, I'm fine, but for the shut door.
The hunger. The cold.
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i guess it's pretty much happens when ppl come around us asking for donating or things like that... pretty sad huh :(