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i dont know how i came in this narrow, dark room, nor what ist got to do with it. util a small door does open up. loud or silent. i wake up screaming from dark circumstances. listen, somebody called. someone called my name. i hear the voice.

sometimes i think my body doesnt work right, that something deadly, somewhere in this unknown network of cells, blood and organs gets together. then i forget about all.

blood could kill all flowers in the dark.

i often felt that i should save the world. i had the feeling that i had to be a saint.

some months later everything is gone,

my old thoughts supprise me, so new they seem to me everytime.

more i havent got to live. the more i dont need.