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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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![]() She arrives in Gu-Banpo after six months to find the lights Off on all three floors, red X marks, and “Vacant” stickers Clambered across every store–a leech sucking the life of The Barren Street That she passes by for one last time, trying to explore. Signs plaster the alleyways, giving eviction notices
And no longer do the chatters of halmoni’s and students Chime through the night, not a person in sight. The only sound comes from the cicadas who hiss from The Abandoned Street. Once full of her favorite tteok-bokki shop, The small store she got her first perm, The mungujeom she searched for cute Stationary to gift to her friends, And her grandmother’s house of twenty years. All forced to leave the community they have Come to love. All forced to leave the Places they have made Their homes. Comments are closed.
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