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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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![]() [content warning: self harm, blood] and the Lord said i want to bleed out at the corner store. deathly pallor under faulty fluorescents He consummates this affinity she has for disposable razors — they’re wedded now, as though a shock of weeping red gashes renders them any less mismated: she belongs to the idyll of the bees and Eve
where the hard glance of safety blades is esoteric only to five o’clock shadows and salarymen the third day sees her knees scabby and skinny wrists quartering band-aids; bruises and other divine existences shall rise today — the Lord said let there be light; let there artless housewives with penciled, porcine brows; let there be young men with copybook ambitions that rear premature children who know only pacemaking and plagiarism and the croon of fresh wounds and foundation and other forms of salvation; let there be catharsis in the passing of these piggish women and prosaic men and premature children and do all this in memory of me. Comments are closed.
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