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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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![]() The kind where you ransack your drawers Launching cannonballs of clothing into the air Clawing for that one joint you knew you misplaced once. The kind where
your hands start to wander and dive through bags of food Trying to swiftly satiate your starved soul Only to leave you feeling disgusted and sick afterward. The kind where you nurse a bottle of warm vodka and watch people screw each other’s brains out Just to watch something that has more life than your eyes - glazed over in numbness. The kind where you listen to happy music and sob until you suffocate-- because it’s better than leaving trails of blood through your own skin, deep red ruby rusting the tips of your fingernails. I fucking hate being bored. Comments are closed.
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