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There is this person with electric blue hair who I am constantly intrigued by. Look at their skin; like porcelain, it's so pale and icy cold. Their eyes speak to my heart-- the green and brown moving in harmony and making me smile. They always have black eye shadow around these brown and green irises; so bold. I can't tell if they're a boy or a girl-- maybe they're both or neither. They almost never speak But their voice moves smooth like milk And their laugh is contagious. But underneath their fake smiles I know their secret-- The red marks that cover their skin The scars that speak for themselves.
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
Milk
There is this person with electric blue hair who I am constantly intrigued by. Look at their skin; like porcelain, it's so pale and icy cold. Their eyes speak to my heart-- the green and brown moving in harmony and making me smile. They always have black eye shadow around these brown and green irises; so bold. I can't tell if they're a boy or a girl-- maybe they're both or neither. They almost never speak But their voice moves smooth like milk And their laugh is contagious. But underneath their fake smiles I know their secret-- The red marks that cover their skin The scars that speak for themselves.
#selfharm#blue#agender#hazel#pale
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
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