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May 2018
I am getting ready for the loss
with my earphones
Diving on sound
to protect my heart
Sad songs abound
So I don't fall, I don't fall
I don't drop too high
So I cry inside
For what we lost
No pain because I've got song

The beat carries me
to a gloomy paradise
where I don't hide
where things are broken
and mended somehow.

It hurts less
but it hurts the same
To lose your soul
yet
be able to write out of it
Reconciling pain
I wish this wasn't the case

And I fall down the comfortable spiral
Protection against the tidal
I might be wrong but ah! Gotta be careful
with my heart
and my mind
Not to make it the canvas
of my life
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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