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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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![]() They say I am not sane, That I am going through some pain-- Pain, that might leave a permanent stain. They call me attractive (Attraction that can please them) And I should please them, because they love me. Right? They say I am delicate and frail;
That's why I am their moonflower That only blooms at night just for them to see. But what if I want to be a lily? They tell me that they sacrificed everything for me-- They supported me like a roots of a tree. But why can't I remember-- Am I losing my memory? They say I have always been a bad omen And everyone who loved me always suffered But they say, they still love me. Do they? Comments are closed.
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