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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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![]() the ocean calls out my name in its hushed song; the waves breaking and bending over crested shore to return to primordial origin, while i return again to the look on your face as i grasped for what was left of my skin and bones; rotting, all rotting away; rotting to begin anew, like fertilizer in overgrown soil; the bone-dry dirt cutting away the space in the garden where you grew tomatoes in the spring; and then it
is spring again and again, and then i can only remember springs, and then summer comes and i forget once more; a loosely repeated cycle, a washing machine on repeat, tumble the clothes through time until you grow dizzy and grow old and forget; Comments are closed.
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