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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 walked across an empty Road The Road walked across Me My head spins Round and Round again, Carousel never seems to Cease Three birds fly by, One says Hello! And cuts the long, red String-- My Eyes, they fall and hit the ground A crying violin Is this the world men speak of Dear?
Hearts burst, time flies then drowns A clock winds up and never stops Silence never allowed. Picture Frames shatter in Two Float against the wind, Memories I cannot grasp in The small Palm of my Hand. Comments are closed.
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