This House
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This house with four walls,Makes my heart bleed my past.The place where I dreamedIs just a bed of planks,A gray blanket and a pillow,Long nights and sorrows,A floor from where I see the stars.My room with a few windowsKeeps the rain off my eyelids,But I often cry about my problems...Not with others, only with myself.This life of death makes me aliveThrough every cell of mine.This house with four walls,I'm dead when I'm inside it.