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Jul 2018
I've been fine,
cheerful,
for the past few days,

but now the sickness creeps back in,
my heart grows heavy,
my veins fill with sludge.

My eyes are constantly brimming with tears,
and no one is here
with a shoulder to catch them.
Sky
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Sky  26/Non-binary/that mystical place...
(26/Non-binary/that mystical place...)   
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     ---, Turtle Eyes and Edmund black
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