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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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![]() There is no life: here It is darker than I would have liked I place one foot onto the darkness Breathe in wobble Breathe out Then: fall
Or fly? I am twirling, swirling pictures painted in the summer skies Sickness clings to the used-to-be-pretty-peeling-painted walls wet shirt damp against your back my back, too I think maybe? I see stars? Beautiful circles of light? Fluttering towards me? NO! NO! NO! Every direction pulled, up; down, home; past. Each atom separates We are: alone. Screams Terror Tears Silence. Am I still: here? Daddy? Is that you? I can see you flipping pancakes! Good morning, Daddy! Mama? I’ve never seen that dress! Oh, you got it months ago? It looks good on you, Mama. Teta? Teta, are we still going out today? Please? Where did the things go? Those things? Yes, those things. I can’t remember their names? They were just flying towards us, remember? I’m sorry. I thought I would know you, after all this time. I took care of you I trusted you We didn’t always get along I’m so so sorry Please I can’t Breathe I’m Trying Stop yelling I can’t Breathe You betrayed I’m sorry me Comments are closed.
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