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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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![]() If I were honest, I would prevent my tears from being prevented to fly. Stepping in & shutting my eyes, I sneeze. Too much dust. Always too much dust on tissues. And I stand in them, stained with them, strained & strangled &
strange. When you talk, it’s not italicized. Asterisks fall from asteroids. “May I assume you meant…?” Shut (myself) up. I must (never) be ready to cry on wooden tables. Shoes squeak like ducks. (Me 2) & I wait for the thunder. And the moon that falls faster than the clouds. Customizing colors and kicking cows and cokes becoming cater pillars. The stories I’ve seen. The plot I’ve lived in. The novellas that burned my skin. Calculators run out of battery and I’ll call you back home. Comments are closed.
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