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Sep 2019
I bet it all to your number
it's the way I roll
I know anyway in this lottery
I end up alone

I risked it everything to your name
got broken, and the hit did ache
I won't be coming back to you
but I am not staying with him anyways
I tried to do my ******* best

I don't know the game we play
it is my fault, is it my shame?
some minutes I am confused as hell
I tell myself, I wasn't born yesterday

Are you men to trust?
That's the hard question we don't ask
This lottery we play - wears me out
keeps me on my toes, gaps a big hole
in my chest
I must do something wrong, or can I put
******* Luck to blame?
I bit a lot -  now about to expel
never, never, never from myself
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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