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Happy Pills

They prescribe you a different colour, a magic dose, higher and higher. No student discount on those happy pills, but the unemployed are the typical buyer.   For it's some instant fix (well worth the try) that make you brain-dead. But, who's to believe you, when it's all inside your head?   'How are you… Continue reading Happy Pills

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The Reality of Eating Disorders

TWs: ED, depression , mental health Last week was Eating Disorders Awareness week. Over twitter were tons of 'inspirational' tweets, insisting it gets better (I was one of them) and even photos of malnourished, ill girls showing 'before and after.' As much as these posts are positive to a degree, they don't spread the horrible… Continue reading The Reality of Eating Disorders

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WE ARE AFRAID

We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of… Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID

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Doors Closing

Her hair was straw-like and shoulder-length, the colour couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. Platinum blonde gone wrong? To me, it screamed ‘grey in disguise.’ That’s the thing about hair, women’s specifically. It says so much. Okay, I’ve definitely drunk too much coffee this morning. Shut up, Liam. That, or we’re in a space… Continue reading Doors Closing

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Dear January,

You're the favourite month's follow up, Your own pity is enveloped by the rest of us. Everyone, fixated on diet, low-fat, gym crap You exhibit hibernation, yet you're everyone's favourite word. The talk of the town, you people person, you, 'I'll get fit for January.' 'It's January, new year, new me!' I pity you, first… Continue reading Dear January,

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Coordinates

I remember the first time I traced your spine that felt like velvet. Memorised the coordinates of your collarbones with my nervous lip. I remember the laughter, the sweat, that unfamiliar. The glow of your skin, lighting my way home. Your eyes lit up like sparklers in November twilight, and guided me in line with… Continue reading Coordinates