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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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![]() There is this one line my dad would always sing After spending hours under the glistening Florida sun Sand in my hair, salty air, running into the water just for fun He told me that the waves knew every thing, They were full of questions and answers to anything A tornado of silky, sapphire secrets from everyone
Things left unsaid become only bubbles and to the floor they spun Like a tide, come and go, shhh a soft hum, then CRASH, the turmoil is draining Then I began to wonder if they ever got tired Constantly taking things in, then leaving them to drown Suffocating from shards of hate, lies, and goodbyes If infinity wanted a new job, the waves would be hired Constantly crashing against itself, up and down They must get so exhausted, and I wondered if a wave ever cries Comments are closed.
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