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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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![]() I went to see the winter sky at night. I was in the hills, and the wind blew ferociously. The stars looked so bright, my eyes- They could almost see me in that light. I was so dead when I was in the hills that night, I couldn’t feel anything except for cold numbness in January. I slithered out lies When they asked if I was doing alright. I felt like a black hole amidst heaven's brightness.
I stood in the balcony to listen to animals, calmly. But I couldn’t hear them over the sound of my goodbyes. During those dark and numb winter hours, I lacked sight. I was dead back then, I am a little less dead now. I hope I am alive someday. Comments are closed.
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