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Jul 2019
I am a runaway
because I live on the edge
of a blade

And it cuts my skin
in a million ways
but I have to stop that
You tear me, oh babe

I want to catch a plane
get away, get away, get away
from myself!
Forget about this mess
forget about the ******* blade
only unknown Sun will help!

Sweet oblivion
leading to visions...
sweet getting lost...
to find your road
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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