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Endless drops of cold metal

It's exactly like everyone else who makes me depressed, in the everlasting storm that is my life.

The only metal that can be cold in liquid form is mercury.
...Which is, however, incredibly poisonous, so being around every person is toxic and damaging.

I can't breathe my own smell.

Quando a noite estiver estendida no céu;
Como uma toalha hospitalar de um paciente anestesiado por uma raquidiana na medula.

I don't smell anything.
I don't even have a scent.