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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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![]() Is being an insurgent not allowed in my own home? Who are you to tell me how I should be? It's been 16 years since you told me how to be. Now, you're gone. My last
memory was that, with you. Still reverberating in me. Me, being ignorant to what you wanted. Now I know. It was for my own good. You were so right. Now, you're not here and I'm left with this guilt, regret, sadness. I never got to say “I love you” or to tell you all my happiness was because of your kind, abnegation heart. I never was able to say “thank you.” I've learned. So many words left unsaid. I’ve finally learned that life is not to be wasted. You've made me see the true reason to why we know that we will die at some point; so we can cherish this one life, these memories we build. The lessons history has taught us. So that one day I can learn as well. Live the life they have Built for me. Now I know. Now I see. Now I will live with that in mind. I hope you read this. Comments are closed.
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