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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 brought those stars with them when I was young. They brought me luminescence and called it moonlight, Now I know they stole it from the sun. And Oh! That scintillating veil of lies, Those sanguine tales I heard, Now I see the grotesque, monstrous truths behind the veil. Now I hear the pessimistic tune behind those tales.
I see scars, On the once immaculate hearts. So I plead, Take me to the land of fantasies, O sky! I want to hear the soft music again. Drag me to the age of fairies and magic, O life! I want to see the blossom again. Bring me the melody, O birds! I want to feel the joy again. Comments are closed.
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