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Amelia is my name

It is an unbroken sort of thing

It is the rosy pink of a bashful face;

Of a bitter winter day spent on a snowcapped mountain.

It is the dripping wet glove placed on a petrol heater to dry

North Thetford, a cozy little neighborhood nestled in the heart of Vermont, is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered.

In the late summer evenings, before the sun has set, gravestones cast long shadows in the cemetery by my house. 

I’m not old enough to vote

I'm not old enough to drive

I’m not old enough to drink

I’m not even old enough to go to the bathroom without asking permission??

She fears men. She fears what they’re capable of, what they can get away with, their strength and their power. The ironic thing is that her greatest desire and wish is for validation, to be liked. Specifically by men.