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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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![]() In one hand I hold yours While Fear grips my other. You gaze at me without judging, But she curses you for it, Distorts your gentle laughter So I hear a heartless shriek. Aching to run, I halt when
You offer to run by my side And shelter me from doubt, To hold me close when the night Quenches my light, leaves me Alone in Fear’s company. Though your vows continue, They scare me. Have I Promised myself to Fear? And have you transformed To whispers in shadows From whom I need to escape? In one hand I hold hers While you grip my other. Comments are closed.
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