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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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![]() When the world crashes around me I tend to think in anniversaries and anniversaries only It becomes one month since it happened Two, three It’s been a week more that I’ve lived with it than without I’m not sure why I do it I don’t know why I do most of what I do It’s more like a personal custom
Than a thing with rhyme or reason The things I do with reason Don’t usually rhyme I’m made of jumping rabbits With eyes filled with fire It’s been six months Seven, Eight, Nine A year The memories of it become fuzzy every time But the emotions are always just as clear A year and two months Is an awful long time to Not know how to tie your shoes Comments are closed.
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