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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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![]() Did I write myself too softly instead of deranged? There are no qualms between devil and divinity, for I am either God or a Fool. And though the soap I wash with is scented Milk and Honey, these hands are certainly not holy. I, none falser than wearing the Christian cross
ironically, am neither Judas or Jesus. And though my crown is crafted cruel and ugly, this body carries no impurity. Did I write myself too merciful? I do not forgive you; I am no saint. Comments are closed.
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