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If it weren't for the sky, I’m not sure where we’d be. 

The sky can never be us, we are not the passing clouds, but 

I’m most likely

To climb a mountain

And not want to go back down.

I’m most likely

To say things I shouldn’t

And not regret them

i love writing. 

i loved writing.

until i started thinking.

for me, writing was my everything, i think

my way to an escape, my way to a love story, my way to another life.

My name is Amelia.  

I am 17 years old 

And I am afraid for my future. 

I am tired of old men 

Deciding how I will live,  

Determining the world in which 

to tell a story 

                    is to give life — 

I listen to music 

On the bus 

With my teal earbuds. 

The songs 

Do not drown out the noise