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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 i think i have done it, my body slips
like slime from the hands of death. i am still wearing last month's memory like an unbuttoned shirt, unwilling to remember but reluctant to forget. tomorrow again i will be a metaphor for a rising star but i am tired of falling into night, into abyss ,into solitude. i do not want to be a detritus of life. i want to be a boy living immortally in joy. i want to wake up tomorrow &; be the sun of my own life. Comments are closed.
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