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Mar 2018
It is a crazy world outside these doors. And I feel like I am not connecting with it in the right way.
Or in any way from time to time. Like I don't recognize myself surrounded by life.
Like I don't know which direction to go or to just stay put.
Await the storm in my head and in my heart.

Feeling like I am not even close to the hand writing these words down on paper. More like I am the paper, empty lines. Hopelessly waiting to be used or abused.

Or just there to wait.

Which eventually will make your thoughts scream louder then you ever have and trap you in it.

Or behind it.

Like if you are living your life from a little glass box tucked away deep in your self conscious and there is just no way out.
lianverkoeyen
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lianverkoeyen  25/F/Netherlands
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