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[waterlikeair]

god, i'm so transparent.
literally.
if the money-green ropes didn't stick out through the skin of my chest so much
i'd take up smoking.
but i'm afraid the black would permeate the opalescent, shredding papyrus

a thousand paper cranes, right?

i haven't hated existence since the prozac kicked in
(it's not supposed to for another week)
and god, it felt good to say that i didn't care
even though i did