Young Writers Society

Ever had a heavy backpack?

My therapist challenged me to give my anxiety life and then defeat it, so here's my attempt at that.

I wanted to write about how Men keep the dream of taking control of their fate, and how this is madness.

Kindness. This is an expresson of me. Also true of story.

How I'd want to be a veternarin. This is all true.

Related to my asexual poem.

Sometimes emotions feels too pigmented to write about, as if somehow you fail to do them justice

Me on being asexual.

Mother.

I am always scared of texts/calls sent to me, because many of those have carried with them the message of 'someone has died'.

We can be jealous of someone without knowing being better has its own price.

Stars of thoughts, planets of ideas, galaxies of potential.

Jump into the abyss, fall into a slumber, just to escape the terrifying reality of not being beautiful enough, of not being enough at all.

Society's judges are all vampires, baby.

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