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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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![]() Occasionally, there will be a time or place, the oddity of a day. that twists and ties the cords within me; leaves me with this unseemly mass of contradictory nonsense– I stand, and say,
I feel sorrowful, radiant, forgetful, silly, remorseful– and I have not the faintest clue why. I sit down, with careful fingers gingerly sorting through the knots, the why and the how but still, I am left c o n f u s e d. this tangle of knots, inherent to living– is it delusion to want its solving? Comments are closed.
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