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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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![]() after magenta skies there was only twilight you called out a name in the night and my sincere self answered it then came the rolling storms twilight tears of hurt pride moths burned by the flame fireflies no longer aflame I gave you a second chance
after hearing from a friend of a friend that you’ve changed and my bones were withered by the time you allowed the true you the true blue hate within you burst out and paint the sky darker than it already was the truth can’t be swallowed smooth like velvet it’s not a lavender scented crisis no amount of squeezing my eyes shut can blur out the words of void that entered my cherry heart the day along with I turned into a violet dye painting the skies alive with thunder not god rays grace has no place here perfection is not in my reflection that’s what they said there are no more swings in the park I dearly love, for you have rusted the chains there is only the red hot anger from the grip I have on my pen and the blood between us turning grape-colored boiling with uncertainty even the purple skies burn with lilac clouds in anticipation of knowing and hearing me say we have got bad blood Comments are closed.
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