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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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![]() There are days I have wondered if I am truly a poet, If I will ever belong. There are days when I know That I should hear the people telling me to take my time And to love deeply and To hurt incredibly Because the ending will be all the more worth it. There are days
When I can’t listen to those voices, Because the only voice I can hear Is my own Begging To not feel this way anymore, To feel normal. But there are the nights That will always outweigh the days, Even if they do not outnumber them. The nights when I stay on a call With this incredible hope And then stay up even an extra hour after, Then write the words I know I will need later. The nights When I dance with my best friends, Laughing and loving, And holding on for dear life. Find the moments that outweigh the days, And hold them as close as you can They will keep glowing, They will bring a shining hope. Comments are closed.
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