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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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![]() Creaked the door, humming it made a sound contemptuous it roared as the flip floats thundered on the cob-web streaked stairs Oh here comes the nightmare! Bivouacking in the disdain-filled room that you split with your ma, Your limbs woven unable to detach Your ligaments stoned-swelled
Bludgeoned your bodies with blazing splinters of smoldering fire Brambles laid upon your wrists, sharpen-knife in full swing to drift out the lassitude gauzed under the tottered palpitation of the veins thoughts of implausibility peaked in mind flaring high above the sky. like candle-wasp It ricocheted onto your face, juggernaut drops pierced out. setting yours ablaze with its gasoline-liked texture. in a forlorn attempt to redeem your fatigued faculties you let the spear-tier surface Sedately collide the ivoriness-hued spewing out into wane strands of water fleshing out crimson-stained rivulet porous the landscape became soiled it turned, fuming with mud Panic-struck Hair-trigger sensed Clenching the fingernails onto your palms peeling the orangish skin of the clementine. Comments are closed.
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