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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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![]() but what have i got to do with living, being alive is often a death sentence & a condensed cloud of unfulfilled dreams. shrouded in a divorce between soul & body, i have vacated this cave of chaos you call life. in the course of events, we become
slaves preyed by memories and shackles, waiting to be broken by the blandness and tartness of days and nights words can not birth. at the break of day when my eyes tear into the beginning of a new dawn, life & strife echo in my mind when i meditate between being awake and staying alive. i emerge but forget myself at home_ myself at home. i am home. yet i fail to remember myself. the beginning of a new dawn becomes the chaos of a true beginning of a life that continues without existence. these days, I dine by myself, the world is s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d on the other side, glaring through a video recorder. but some place inside me do not meet. and so in a year about to die, obituaries lit mag began publishing more works than any literary journal, say: death calls for submission and so I submitted my soul like a poem to be published in its come-to-die issue Comments are closed.
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