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May 2019
my brain and it’s incompetencies
have a lot of fun
in my empty skull,
these days
they remind me that i’m always
missing the one card
that would make a full house
the rooms are empty
but i’m in all of them.
i lose at a game and my brain thinks that’s a good excuse to stop making serotonin or something. i don’t know how it works, i just know that it isn’t.
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alex  22/Non-binary
(22/Non-binary)   
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