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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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![]() I walked down campus and saw the rubble of an older hall that was torn down. It was a huge, gray, circular building. In the past, we used to pass this building together. I remember those days. While holding hands, we would walk past and lay in the grass in front. There was a time we shared a sleeping bag in front of that building. You held onto
me so tightly as we looked up into the night sky. I thought we were going to last forever. Never-ending. As I walk down campus and see this building now, all I can think about is how hard something can take to build but then be torn down so very easily. XVI. Comments are closed.
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