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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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![]() Tilting platforms, swirling colors The opening scene of a film. Is this truly an illusion if it drowns my senses? So I return to Spinning carousels, laughing sirens,
The readying position before a dive. Is that a spider web or a crack in my eyes? And I glance toward Blinking jewels, warping mirrors, Alice in Wonderland without its cover. Is that the smell of lightning striking a curtain? Yet I still see Green arrows, blue teapots, Polka-dotted numbers on the wall. Is your world any more real than mine? Impossible. Nothing there even makes sense. I will stay here, pondering The difference between fortitude and a candlestick. Comments are closed.
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