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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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![]() This creeping feeling surrounds me and I try to outthink it. Crawling. Crawling. Crawling. I’m encompassed and I am overwhelmed by this trend. Down a spiral, tunneling in wilts. Take me away, break me down and remake me...
without all the woes. But that would cancel the purpose of my existence and I am born for salvation. I can’t focus anymore; I’m a hostage: my own prison, my own sanctuary, my own praying mat. Hold my hand. Take me away. Comments are closed.
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