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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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![]() you can tell there is a storm coming from the way she stays awake, sleepless until the house empties and there's no one but her and the dark. you can tell there is a storm coming from the way she does not cry at all; everything is silent, rainless, a haunting imminence. but the storm isn't always the breaking
of things nor the hollow screaming wind; sometimes it is the breathless cry at midnight or the sudden first drop. and isn't that just like her? a hurricane without a storm, the quietest crash you've ever heard. Comments are closed.
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