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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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![]() What is time but an illusion? Perhaps an entity made to mock me. One day I wish for it to hurry; Another I wish it to slow down forever-- A constant source of worry For the three assignments I have due at midnight, Or the fear of any time being the last minute I have. What pain isn’t related to the humble clock? What tragedy isn’t related to timing? We allow the entity to mock us,
Without which there would be no birthdays; No holidays and no celebration. It sees us cry and it sees us smile; It takes joy in making us suffer. But also when it brings us happiness, It’s the illusion of the world Made to mock us until it’s all over. Comments are closed.
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