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Sep 2019
This is the last day of the summer
Buses don't arrive on time.
I dance on the stop, thoughts going wild.
People are out and about.
You fan your hands to cool it off
Does that match your soul?
I can't help but feeling this day
has a meaning, a sense

My life didn't turn out so bad in the end
Here I am, can't believe I made it.
Last day of summer - a promise and a death
Something's filling, thickening the air
So light with anticipation, with peace, with
not knowing what comes next
yet knowing also it will indeed be great

We all have grown
The wheel moves, like it or not
And we celebrate our million aches
with milkshake and games
Am I in the right path? It all crosses my mind
The demons want me back
and I am still deciding how to cope with that

Last day of summer
because pool season might come to an end
but inside
the Sun will reign
a spare time not to forget
let's rush back but never ever
fail the shot again
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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