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an open space for youth writing & mental health discussion
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an open space for youth writing & mental health discussion
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![]() The thoughts in my head danced to the walkabout beats Marching and stomping as my head throbbed I tried not to think, to keep the memories away I tried not to blink, to keep the tears in Then he tapped me and asked, "How are you?" The pain I had stomached all these years Tore right through my gut The excruciating sting traveled down my spine as reality hit me hard But with a deep breath, I swept it all in My facade built up its defence walls in an instant "I'm fine." Comments are closed.
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