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Your FatherOver and over you get hit by your father
Over and over he says "I'm sorry"
"It won't happen again"
"So don't worry"
But you know he can't keep this promise
He goes on with hitting you
Your mother doesn't say anything about it
Cause maybe he starts hitting her too
And this evening he came home, totally in rage
You try to run away, but you fall
And he gives you a hit in the face
so hard that you smacked against the wall
You hear crying
It's your little brother
Standing in the kitchen
Together with your mother
Then you hear a scary click
You look after your back
And you see Him for one moment
And then everything is fading black...
Little LightSo pure and white
Always shining bright
In the depths of the night
It's a little light
Hidden in your heart
HopeI'm feeling like a fugitive
Trying to run away from more pain and sorrow
Staying awake as long as I can
Because I'm afraid of tomorrow
I'm stuck in a black hole
People, I hear them calling
I stand up, trying to reach them
But every time I try, I keep on failing
But still they keep trying,
The people, with their kind voices
Trying to help me
To make the right choices
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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