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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 live a lasting life that’s split in two. When queried if my birth was far away, I doubt if my identity is true. We visited midwestern lakes so blue In route to India for summer stay; I live a lasting life that’s split in two. For Mom, tomato soup with toast will do
While Dad prepares samosas everyday. I doubt if my identity is true. Some say, We know traditions more than you! As I can’t use Hindi they speak and pray. I live a lasting life that’s split in two. Though insecurities emerge anew, I feel my struggle waning in the gray, Less doubt, if my identity is true. This hour, I choose to bid my strife adieu, Begin to live in calmness either way: I'll live a lasting life, not split in two, Certain my identity is true. Comments are closed.
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