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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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![]() Sweat festering on my neck The red of the track glazing into my eyes Shameful numbers on my Fitbit stopwatch God, I just want to sit on the bleachers Counting laps instead of miles
Angry red marks across my thighs Blue running shoes dragging against synthetic rubber Shouldn’t have had that donut for lunch Clouds overtaking the glaring sun Rain clinging to my eyelashes Red track paint smeared on the soles of my shoes Will I be able to feel my legs tomorrow? Returning to the car sopping Salty sweat fumigates the air The not-so-sweet smell of progress. Comments are closed.
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