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Nov 2018
A world boiling isnide
Killer, savior - her mind

Oh her! Oh me!
So full of magic, so close to tears
Oh me! Oh me!
I look back, always ending up here
So broken, so burst at the seams
So tattered, so battered, so sick

I was going psychotic - no one knew
Not even me, less of all you
You lost your ability, your passion, your pain...once
You won't do it twice.
I lost myself years ago - can't go back
Save me - first of all, save your own ***

I was the psychotic child
sitting in the room crying alone
I was the psychotic child
No friends, drowning, being
just nothing
wandering in a maze of her own
so terrible, so hideous, so much...
but I will never give up
My body is full of mayhem, full of stars.
Will it unravel? Will the lights go out?
This is when the prayer comes
God, do not let me die
God, you can hit me, but please...
be good to me
Spare me the mask
Spare me the pain
Spare me the maze
I've been here already for years.
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
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