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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 see myself abandoned in infinity. there'll be glass there, glass where the raindrops will race. an unending, ethereal solitude an abandoned existence. this morning, my thoughts are in my hair:
slightly disheveled, easily misread. look- the world's crumbling around us retreat into my head: a prison, an apartment, an ocean… a balloon tied to a railing, free but not free enough. sleep with the lights on because impermanence scares you. streetlights outside defy the sun and I told you so, I told you so, I told you so. one day we'll wake up and realize the world's tethered to our heads and everything's temporary anyway. Comments are closed.
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