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Nov 2020
In art I found
my pain had a place in the world
and that way, it dissappeared,
it got blown
it got healed, even if slow

Art is not life
And life is not art
but hear me out

every true heart beat
and every fake one too
it's art you leave there
is it any good?
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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