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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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![]() My eyes wander, falling on a daisy blooming in the crevices of a broken building. My eyes wander,
falling on a photograph capturing beautiful smiles and sweet kisses. My eyes wander, falling on a stranger as they play the violin, the bow nimble and elegant, the melody soft and silky. My eyes wander, and wander, searching for beauty. My ears perk up, desperate for a tinkle of laughter and my hollow heart thuds, yearning for solace. But I'm just a delusional and desperate passerby. Because deep down I know that that daisy is smashed, its sharp white petals turning black. That photo is torn, not a hint of that smile left; and that violin is broken, its strings plucked and its bow covered in soot and dust. And yet, here I stand, stuck in my kalopsia, seeking out a way to escape and to run away from this wretched reality. Comments are closed.
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