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[Rayeine]

Breathing through a straw.
My once transparent cheeks, scraped and fogged with black smoke.
Water trickels down my Ice covered throat with no hesitation,
Burning my insides so smoothly, the deathly chill feels warm.
These hands are stained black from forgien dye,
And this permanent marker has virtually become liquid,
drowing my eyes with its fumes.



hey, we cant all be plurry 24/7