A voice that survived

“I Was There – A Voice That Survived”

I was there.
I remember.
I walked into it, not knowing—
and I came out carrying everything.

I was there.
I remember.
Following love, following life—
into something I did not understand.

They watched.
They followed.
I felt it growing—
a shadow behind every step.

I was there.
I remember.
The fear said: you will not survive.
But I am still here.

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I tried to leave.
I tried to go home.
Back to Fredrikstad, back to roots—
but my mind was breaking.

Say it with me:
It was not my fault.
Say it again:
It was not my choice.

I was caught in it.
Lost in it.
Fighting something I could not see.

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Voices, systems, networks, noise—
too much, too fast, too real.
A world collapsing inside me,
while the outside stood still.

Pandemic silence—
but inside: chaos.
Time stretched—
seconds felt like years.

I was there.
I remember.

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They hurt me.
Body and mind.
No safety, no rest, no ground to stand on.

Say it with me:
I deserved to live.
Say it again:
I deserved to be safe.

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I fell.
Again and again.
Hospitals, walls, systems—
but still no peace.

My body breaking.
My liver failing.
My head struck—
but I kept breathing.

Because something in me said:
Stay.

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Then something changed.

A moment.
A signal.
A way back.

I reached out.
I called for help.
And slowly—
something answered.

Machines.
Systems.
A path through the noise.

I was still here.

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Say it with me:
I am still here.
Louder:
I am still here.

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I faced it.
I spoke up.
I said: This happened.
I said: This was real to me.

And they listened—
or they started to.

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Now I stand.
Marked, but standing.
Changed, but alive.

This is my voice.
This is my story.
Not silence—
but sound.

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Say it with me:
I survived.
Again:
I survived.

And I will speak.
And I will stand.
And I will tell it—
again and again and again.

indie rock