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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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![]() i sweat so much, i think i cry through my skin. are my eyes on my hands, do i see through my fingers? i can’t believe my hands weep more than i do. i can’t hold hands,
can’t fumble with paper-thin hope. tears on my keyboard, seeping in through my words. my fingers dance, my heartbeat stardust on your skin. you rush, the mirror’s a blur. hurry! wash it off! before it stains you. no one wants to hold the weight of my tears as it flows through their hands. Comments are closed.
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