There are Poems, Songs, People talking about losing themselves. I read the lines, sang along and listened. Until i found out what it really meant. Losing yourself is a tragedy. Unexpected and undeniable. A slow process. And you can only watch yourself losing. Losing hope, happiness and your dreams. I stopped singing along. My mind was lost, and so was my voice. You don´t find out who you are in the blur of it all. You find out who you are when everything is quiet. I found my voice again. To sing when they talk about losing themselves. Not to sing along, but to sing for them
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
There are Poems, Songs, People talking about losing themselves. I read the lines, sang along and listened. Until i found out what it really meant. Losing yourself is a tragedy. Unexpected and undeniable. A slow process. And you can only watch yourself losing. Losing hope, happiness and your dreams. I stopped singing along. My mind was lost, and so was my voice. You don´t find out who you are in the blur of it all. You find out who you are when everything is quiet. I found my voice again. To sing when they talk about losing themselves. Not to sing along, but to sing for them
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