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Oct 2019
Things I don't understand
only most of them!
And the night is disconnected
from the day
The body - walks away

This is all wrong
The wrong direction, the wrong road
Don't try to save face - just burn

The rush of thoughts
in my head
after coming
alone in my bed
A ***** fell from my head
Everything was going great
But that ***** made a mess

And there's no mess
in my morning mental musings
but I was tired of fighting
Burn love, it never saved me
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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