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Jun 2017
Sixteen again, in a way
No cuts in the outside, but I fear
the spell of these days
over me

Wrong man
he ***** with my head
The spineless girl, she laughs at my face
I don't wanna get drunk in pain
this way

He makes my crazy wheels run free
What do you know, wrong man, of the long path of pain I treaded? Of all the things I have defeated?
Of how it all spins the way it has to spin -
how pain is at the core of everything

Wrong man:
he's made of iron and Steel
he's proud he cannot feel
he's rotten but he cannot see
Blindness is his way to live

Hear him and his speech
of bile and hate towards everything!
No disabilities, no caring for others for him
Things gotta be the way they gotta be
******* if you cannot fit

The spineless girl - she's tricky to me
who she is really? I confided in her so many times but oh!
Wrong man comes and switches her around
she says yes to anything, she switches dramatically

Wrong man and the spineless girl, the couple everyone wants to be
A dream for those who cannot see

Wrong man says I should thank him
that he pays for me!
Wrong man is so sick
to the bones of him

Wrong man, wrong man
is there any chance for you to change?
to become human, be granted a heart of flesh
you did once, but did you do with all you are?
It's true: keep paying and I'll keep struggling
Alone, without you
as I have mostly been

I am thankful to life
but you showed how you are inside
I won't ever forget this, probably
Poem about my family.
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
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