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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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![]() north, we stare, heading for the top but wait. suddenly, we plummet, into the depths of our sea and it feels, nice actually to be able to let go, and fly, however short the ride so we fall down,
further down, there's no rock bottom here, we wonder when we'll hit, when we'll bruise our bodies but we keep falling.... the bottom never comes, instead, we close our eyes imagine another place, imagine another time where time doesn't exist and when we open our eyes again, there's so much more to see green trees pass us by, birds fly eighteen miles higher than we'll ever be. and we're falling.... just falling..... down, down, down will we ever hit the ground? Comments are closed.
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