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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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![]() [content warning: mentions of death] i could end the world if i had to & end the world for the people i cherish the most people that stabbed me with their broken shards almost as much as i choke them with my words ![]() [content warning: sexual abuse] He comes to you, hungry. The first time he comes to you, he’s smiling. It’s painted on tv as he stands a country away from you in some Hollywood studio. And everyone laughs because he’s making a joke. But you don’t see anything funny about him. No. He’s lovely serious. ![]() [content warning: toxic relationships, substance abuse] in the backseat of a stranger’s honda, the cigarette stain on my wrist still shines like alabaster. i am laced into my white dress from junior prom, but i have a feeling we graduated years ago. ![]() isn’t it funny how i was promised that paper memories were invincible, but yesterday they wilted in the summer heat? how promises made in youth don’t last? how grandma gave me origami cranes and simpler things, fairytales, metaphors, carved into asphalt & strung in intervals along the lining of my cranium—one, two, three— |
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November 2023
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