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an open space for youth writing & mental health discussion
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an open space for youth writing & mental health discussion
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![]() Panic ambushes me like a rogue wave: Its roar racing toward sparkling shore And rising to tower over seashell beach. Panic hits me on the shimmering sand; It fells cherished sandcastles within, Transforms dreams into twisted turmoil. Panic leaves me dazed, my soul chaotic,
Covered in debris till the ocean calms; And I rebuild, roar ebbing once more. Comments are closed.
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