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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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![]() My prostrate form lies weak and trembling Sleep evades my feeble grasp my hands fall to my sides limp and empty I gasp for breath
as silent sobs leave my chest. My entire body shakes, I silently beg for relief. The sadness remains, a stabbing pain in my heart. Tears stream down my face, a waterfall that is endless, unabating. I await mercy wide-eyed with anguish, but unseeing as I lie awake waiting for Darkness to whisk me away. Comments are closed.
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