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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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![]() Plane Trajectory (or, my mind, before): Before was a plane that never landed never broke the gray-on-gray – neat straight lines, parallel, barbed grid – carpet of clouds outside the window
the thermometer read - 60°C I pressed my cheek against the glass and it felt warm the plane never rose never dove constant at 10196 meters 809 kilometers per hour the plane never quaked never swerved made me wish for aerial turbulence some days I hoped it’d crash at least then something would happen Before was a plane that never landed never let you out. Comments are closed.
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