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May 2019
And you are back, so am I.
We always meet, every day, every night.
You creep into my dreams to boycott them,
while in the day you keep me alive.
I love you. That's why I behave like I lost my head.
I hate you. It's not true, you make me insane.

You are not guilty at all
your only sin is being alive
making paradise
out of this intrincate hell

Here I am - completely disgregated
Never breaking down was so pretty
Stitch me, sew me back again
Stop thinking - start living
but ah, my leg is stuck in the machinery

My days were fun at first
But now you are a drying kind of thirst
"You're beautiful"
I live to raise your altar in my mind
I live to live under the boot of your smile
But all I get is this - not much and not all
I live for this dead thing that will surely harm some
You're starting to wane, so I fight fight fight back
Because I love you so so so much

Oh you boy
I am your stalker and it's fun
but you must know how crazy I am
But only sometimes...
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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