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victoria

Singapore

i have almost no idea what i write, it happens in a trance, possibly under the influence of music and some orange juice

17

May 4, 2016

PROMPT: Paint Swatch

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17 is the colour of recklessness and stupid ideas that form at eleven p.m. He tells me I glowed 17, and I knew it meant I was joy, I was sadness and I was the colour of no regrets. The colour that your soul bleeds without cuts, but through panted breaths and yelling insanity. It is warm, cold and forever. 

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