In the last few months, I’ve been meeting a mental health counsellor more or less once a week. Since moving into this place back in December, my thoughts have once again caught up with me as they did before I left…
We are the youth of the streetsWe run wild, we run free,We wish this didn’t have to be; can’t you seeWe walk the sidewalks paved with fearOur eyes are full of anger and hate, sorrow and painWe do this…
