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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 stand in the ruck of my fault, fighting the croaks that lurks around my ears; I stand, while my shadow sits on the rustling brook by the sideways. I stand
at a carrefour of life, observing the waving storms rowing like a coil; I stand with my blue eyes, walking about on the cotton cloud. I stand with the murky soil, getting along with my sole like house and fire; I stand firm like an electricity pole: the smooching breeze wasn't enough to arouse My kinky soul. I stand amidst the swinging wind, swinging me like a swing; at the crossway. I stand wondering if to swim in the storm or sink in the murk Am In. Comments are closed.
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