Wat ik dit keer wil delen, is iets dat geschreven is in een nieuwere schrijfstijl. Het lijkt wat meer op een songtekst.
Trying new things, keeping the old ones and improving my skills. Telling stories. Often inspired by real stories, like mine. That's it.
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Well it's already a while ago
Since the last time I've fed it
And still it's living
Unbelievable
It took time to realize
That it wouldn't move when we kept acting that way
It keeps us hunting
Unbelievable
They said it won't take long anymore
They said it won't last any longer
They said I'll be okay someday
But it's still here tho
It's still here
So how to be okay?
It surrounds the livingroom
Then it comes in through the window
Knocking, screaming, shouting
Yeah I know,
It's unbelievable
Talking to the voices in my head
Closing the curtains
Trying to knock it out
But it follows all my passes
Unbelievable
A next day
A new change
A new therapy session
A new climbing up and losing grip
We keep hunting because of it
'Cause if we don't, it settles in
Better choose wisely, was someone's advise
And if you can't, let someone do
I laughed
And I chose
So I fight all day
I fight
Yup, I fight
And keep fighting
Well the same man
Who taught me to fight
That same man in that white room
He tells me it won't stop soon
Wait, was the first I thought
Did he say that
That's completely new to me
Unbelievable
It's in here
I can feel it
I want it to shut up
That's exactly what I told
It's in here
I can feel it moving
I want it to go away
That's still what I'm saying
Unbelievable
YOU ARE READING
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