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The iron is all around me, I can feel it in the ground and in the buildings. It itching and make me shiver.. feever?

I came to ye door this morning, when the sparov sat on the branch and sang for the raising sun. I reached for the door but.. what have they done? I pushed I pulled but the door wouldn't go up as before.

There was this little box next to the door, I couldn't touch it.. It was iron. There was numbers on it and strange little lights. I looked through the window on the door looked at the corridor I used to walk, taking the stairs up to where ye live.

Please wakeup, please come out to me.. to us. They have put up bars between us. Why have ye people done this? I will asked the sparov to sing for ye and ye friends. To tell the storie and to wake ye up. We need ye.. next time I nring cookies too..

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Ok this was the first lines from being away from writings. More will come be..