A bunch of thoughts laying quietly on the silence, and a ton of reasons to not open the doors. I've been looking for s***e and time in the moments I shared, but the time fades away and my s***e is a w**** raped by thousands of strangers, and begging for rest. Cal me disaster or social r***** but I only feel safe between my two pairs of walls. Don't let me out, the world outside is a d*** f****** nightmare. And the people a joke that should have stayed stuck on the teeth of its g****** son of a b**** owner. When nothing seems clear through the cleanest window, the obvious would say the problem's not in and the doors will stay closed for all strangers. May my building burn and I will surely burn into it. There is only one chair in this room and it does not bear my name.