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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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![]() I ran from you when first we met. I trembled, fearing you would spring at me. I hid behind my dad while tears befogged my eyes. I saw you then with me, the prey, and you, the crouching wolf. You nudged me with a ball and grin.
You overlooked my ceaseless whimpering. You even caught my carrots flung your way each time. You cared for me as would a parent though alike in years. I ached to celebrate fifteen with you. You tried to limp with copper fur silvered. We rested often, with the nightmare of goodbye Until I sobbed and forced myself to let you fly away. Comments are closed.
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