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Apr 2014
every day is grey
so why not fill it with a little green?
wash it down with a little burn
smoke until your lungs bleed
because every sunny day
leads to a bleak one
and maybe that's ****** angst
but it's all too much too soon
being ****** into adulthood
having never coped with adolescence
Mel
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Mel  24/Genderqueer
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