C door slams shut, calls me with silence. Beckoning me, overcoming blindness. Last thing I'd do, beside myself. Can't it get through to you. D.O.c. process repeats today. From death to middle age. Your F.O.F., start again. D.O.c. process repeats today. Slam the door in regret, with what you haven't done with your silence. Last thing I'd do, beside myself. D.O.c. process.