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Feb 2017
those skeletons you sleep with
are all half alive
but you've still got that half dead
look in your eyes
those skeletons you sleep with
aren't the type you can hide.

the scars on my wrist don't mean i wanted death, you see.
it just means this life wasn't quite bright enough for me.
i'm okay.
blue mercury
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blue mercury  22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds
(22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds)   
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