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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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![]() some days, your name is the most terrifying thing i know. i don't dare write it, i don't dare utter a stronger, deadlier word. i have plucked my heart's contents like flower petals, gave i love you's away like flyers — i did not know the difference between reckless and careless today's song was an anatomy of all the
tenderness i failed to give her, and i have slaughtered my hands trying to find someone else's. i have held her and handed her peace and i know her the way icarus knew of sweet falling. but you, i have loved you in languages i am still learning, turning blind to those who were loving me in my native tongue and so when the asphalt ocean meets me, i will still think of you and i won't know what to do with that part of myself. Comments are closed.
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