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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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![]() when the stars close their weeping eyes, who takes pause from shiver to wish them good night? when the stars open and our blood begins to thaw, how many will cry gratitude before falling to rage? is our destiny intertwined
incandescently primed so that the surcease of the soul is mere vulture? circling and searching, trembling and blooming, where do the thankful go? Comments are closed.
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