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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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![]() [content warning: self harm] time immemorial was my last dream there is no place for dreams in a body devoid of imagination in a soul that is deviant with usurped fallacies and broken delusion rather my nights are empty only to be succeeded by hollower days the sun that rises and falls i can at least count on that exalt me
far away from debauchery upon a bloated cloud above the prejudices and vices of the poisoned soils // take possession of a fine point needle and stab it to suck the blood out your porous veins the conniving smirk euphoric across your face as you wear your gluttony like lipstick call me nothing but distinctly human not the sinner nor the saint but a mere masochist who seeks enlightenment whose catharsis will write my passage fields of a darkened sorrow i reap nonetheless for there’s no grain that is truly bountiful forever cry me to nirvana i cackle on a buddha’s pendant let my tears carry me all the way Comments are closed.
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