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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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![]() your smile no longer a package deal with the twinkle in your eyes. your voice no longer a mood lifter with that magical spark. our calls lack the flashing green light atop the screen. our conversations lack the revitalising comfort of your voice. our keeping-in-touch withering into the loudest silence. winter,
it is my longest season, but I know yours is longer. I step out of the closet and take a trip down memory lane: spring, my happiest season -- flowers blossom, swaying to the soft breeze like we did to silly sounds on musical.ly. squirrels wake up, scurrying for food like we did frivolously for an empty can on the ground. birds chirp, laughing like we did when our durian breaths scared off strangers. — passed. aimless wandering was having the time of our lives catching pokemons. aimless wandering is what it is, aimless wandering. who has the power to revive my long awaited spring? is it persephone, or is it you and i? Comments are closed.
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