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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() if i burned you into a slice of my crisis, don’t look at me like love is a charity case. don’t tell me i need to calm down; tonight, the ground has soaked in crimson and permeated in the limbs of boys young enough to believe. don’t tell me that it’s going to be okay; tonight, my
heart is a ton too heavy, and if i t e e t e r too far the edge of lonely and alone, i will sink and the water will engulf me and the earth will consume me. please forgive me, dopamine has declared war on my mind long ago and i had pulled you into the line of projection, please forgive me. my wings are have been torn, darling, they're not meant to spread and fly; i cannot be cured. this love will not fix me; my trauma is s t e e p, you’ll never see the bottom of it. gunshots do not cease at whispered hymns, they echo under dawn’s last breath. the guilt of survival is heavy. just hold me until the insomniac’s dawn. hold me until rain washes away blood-caked on frown lines. just hold me until the silence of tomorrow fills the air. Comments are closed.
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