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May 2019
It's like it was with Gitte
But now I know better
Spent years trapped
I will fight not to come back

How spaced out and disgregated
can I be?
My thoughts scattered
so I can't see
Everything out of place
Arranging madly, can't rest

I've been here before
Confusing beauty and love
But I felt your hand on me
And God I could feel
But I forgot, I chase those things

I am ******* distorted
Today
Take me away, again
Courtney O
Written by
Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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