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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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![]() Through the dawn break, Do you see my silhouette dancing? My frail vein burns irresistible, pains grow obvious. I once looked up to you, your gentle taps on my curled up stem put me to sleep. You stood by, holding on my callow leaves. We shrieked at the emerald mountains afar, shivered
in the wind blowing quirky strong, sobbed along the blood-bursting rain. You were my hero, genuine. While I surrendered, your shadows never bent. Alone in a foreign realm, I dreamt of becoming you, the unswerving alive. Let alone a star. It is winter, and your brittle head drops, moves in pandemulum. I see the sorrows you hid behind your sky-reaching arms you were a quiet vow I made to myself, it now hovers in the wind blowing quirky strong. Comments are closed.
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