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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 hope I haunt you. When you turn a sharp corner, I'll float in your peripheral vision. Incredulously, you’ll turn your head. It will be a nameless girl, with the same-colored hair and a similar stance. Your gut will wrench. My apparition is not shakable. When you try to drift to sleep,
it’ll be the contours of my face and the echo of my voice keeping you awake. The inspirational quotes pinned to my walls And the whispers of morality in the depths of my brain Advise me to wish you the best. But when you fall asleep, I hope my face fills both your dreams and your nightmares. Random objects, miniscule pieces of every situation Will elicit memories of me you cannot erase. Unable to see anything without also seeing me. I hope you try and fail to forget me. I hope your thoughts are perpetually full of regret, especially at a time you’re obligated to be focused on something else, someone else. Though I have never loved worse than I have you, I need you to feel this, to feel me. I cannot be haunted by you without returning the favor. Comments are closed.
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