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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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![]() [content warning: self-harm] i want to cut open this skin, tear it apart with my bare hands trace my fingers along a coursing river as i command it to stop. stop flowing. stop running on and on and on stop giving me life stop making me feel this way stop beating. (for me). the earth opens its eyes somehow, it’s brighter down there than the heavy lidded sky. open up. if this skin will not give way i will hollow out her cheeks
and lay there for the rest of eternity. i’ll give you five cents to build a plaque that holds my name sixty cents to keep my secrets seven dollars to forget me. open up! but all i can do is dig scratch at the earth skin i must mustn’t stop stop but if i don’t cut, is my pain still valid? oh, please tell me. what do i do to tell the world i’m hurting? Comments are closed.
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