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The Purpose Of Life

A poem of healing.

a person standing on a rocky shore with arms outstreched towards the ocean.
Photo by Nathan McBride on Unsplash

Forest shades of green,
Fairies singing the praises of earth.
Even the ghouls submit to feelings of mirth.


Demons come out and roam at night,
But never fear, don’t be frightened.
Even the demons will be subdued tonight.



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Tas (they/them)

Tas (they/them)

We are autistic members of the disability community and hold various mental health diagnoses. We are advocates for social justice, writers and scholars of life.