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I'm looking for misery.
It makes me happy.

It's a lit match,
In a big empty room.

I'm looking for the light switch.
I can't find it.

Where is it?
I don't know.

Who is it?
I don't know.

Is it here?
No, wrong wall.

The match went out. 
Another is lit.

I'm running out of matches.

What's this?
Have I found it?


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