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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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![]() He is a knotted mess of nerves limping under the full moon. Plans have bloomed behind his eyes for him to fall back with the tide. No one sees him leave the party’s
mindless dancing on the shore. He’s encased in walls of water but the waves pay him no mind. They carry on their cosmic dance ignoring bottle caps and boys. He dips and rises to the surface rolling back onto the beach. If refuge lies in afterlife he’s standing stranded at its gates. Saddled with his human form he missed his chance of meeting God. His fingers fidget spin his hair soaked with sunrise in its spirals. It will dry soon, leaving last night with no solid evidence. He is bound to blend right in to the party’s mindless dancing. Comments are closed.
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