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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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![]() on randall jarrell’s death of the ball turret gunner i. loosed from this life thin cradle of reality peeled back onion-like to its rotting core ii.
my skin boils in realization - i am nothing but the taste of flesh and blood and bone iii. you see, the worst kind of nightmare fighter exists only in the sodium flash of axons IV. and each day blooms with a thousand bright new terrors. Comments are closed.
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