Tick£¬tock£¬tick£¬tock. I’m sitting here£¬watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away. My house has been  1 for such a long time£¬and I’m lonely and forgotten. Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is   2 ink about my past. I could tell you stories that only  3  would know. But walls can’t speak. and th

     I came to this place many years ago£¬along with an old man….  4 , he was with me for on1y three short years before he passed on….