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Jun 2020
Cynthia is watching me in the eye
Does she know about the void inside?
I don't know anything else, but
feeling this unnameable take place

Does she ache the way I do?
Or is she just clairvoyant, in her silence cool?
She's a mystery wrapped in a girl, barely talks
I need salvation, so everyone looks like God
Specially those who don't know me at all

Does she know how I look into Gotye's eyes?
Does she know about the emptiness all the time?
About how destructive this fake laughter is?
I try to belong, I try to be
but I'm trapped in between
and this I can't catch, this I can't grasp!

Is she a part of the pattern, the plot?
I will never know!
I am, for sure!
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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