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Rocks.

When all the rocks fell on you, at the same time,

Didn't it make you feel like it would kill you?

That you couldn't take it?

That you couldn't move, because it was too heavy?

That you couldn't see, because it was too dark?

That nobody could hear you, because you were burried way too deep underneath the rocks?

I thought the same thing, really.

But when I saw a hint of light shining through a little opening inbetween te rocks, I screamed as loud as I could do,

I used all my muscles to move the heavy rocks,

And I focused on the small beam of light to see,

I realized I could get away from everything, 

and I got away.

Yes, it took long, before a friend heard my screams and helped me to carry the rocks off me,

And even when I could stand up again, 

I still felt the pain from when the rocks were on top of me.

But now, the only thing remembering me to that rocks, 

is scars when I look at my body,

and nightmares from when I thought, that nobody would save me.

And that I could never save myself.

Idk, waarom ik dit net schreef, moest gewoon even iets van me afschrijven, ben nogal gestrest en tsja, dit helpt. Weet niet of het ergens op slaat voor jullie, maar voor mij wel, en dat is wat telt.  Willen jullie dat ik hier nog meer gedichtjes-achtige dingen in schrijf? ik vind het namelijk wel leuk om te doen en zo. (ook in het Nederlands hoor haha) :) xxx Nadia