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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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![]() [Content warning: suicidal thoughts] If it all ends tomorrow, tell them I held a growing cavern inside of me and I played with life like a kid and his shiny new toy. Remind them that they ignored me though my voice echoed behind theirs and bounced around in their skulls like a despised song as I whispered for help. That there were two sides of me; a romance between the moth and the flame, between myself and the demons creeping in my shadow. The moth only follows the light, it doesn’t intend to kill itself. And when the moon came out, I would burn shit and take it into my lungs like fresh morning air. I prayed to be nothing and for death to be my friend. I am no longer air for everyone to breathe, sometimes I wish I can’t breathe at all.
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