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May 2017
If my brain bled visible colors in an outwardly tangible spectrum, they’d be dampened maroons and lifeless oranges. They’d drip like pools of broken glass built for thoughtless reflections and a trivial life question based on why my lungs want the oxygen so bad...
this is meant to be written in very large scribbled lettering
xmelancholix
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xmelancholix  23/Non-binary/Earth
(23/Non-binary/Earth)   
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   Glass and blue mercury
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