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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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![]() They say the fairest thing in life is death but it’s a lie, isn’t it? Like “I did my homework” or “I’ll be home by dusk”— he was seventeen, with freckles and acne
and hair as red as the blood on your hands; threads of fate severed by a text message and a palm full of pills, oblivion behind the eyes— told his brother I was sorry, but what is ‘sorry’ when the table is covered in packs of Takis, his soccer team is receiving communion in uniform, and everything, everything is so absolutely fucked— but you watch from above, unapologetic, Ave María in the air, stained glass sun burning teenage skin. Comments are closed.
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