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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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![]() let me make this confession before it strangles itself in my throat this is the only love i have ever known clenched like a fist in anger knuckles blanching white your face bruises wine purple
and I still my healing hands this is the only love i have ever known like red hot coal smoldering in some secret furnace you say hello and I choke down the smoke this is the only love i have ever known dying a slow death behind a coward’s mouth you laugh like a bird and the words nearly bludgeon their way out instead i scream love songs into the wind and hope they carry across the water i scream love songs into the wind but i never pick up your calls Comments are closed.
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