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 Now and then I'm scared, when I seem  forget how sounds become words or even sentences ...
 No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one  there and there is nothing to say ...
 
 So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... listening to the lack of light, or sound, or  to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.
 
 No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say, in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time  endure the pain.
 
 I am not  a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
 But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind 
 
 I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted but I  not care.
 The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I  neither watch nor bear.
 
 So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope  no-one is there.
 
 No, I don't speak anymore and what should I  since no- one is there and there is nothing to say?
 All  oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE ...