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I have been thinking a lot after reading Orwell’s 1984– even though it's the one thing you're not supposed to do in that story.

I walk through empty streets that I don’t go through anymore.

The thought of you just caves in, Even though we haven’t met. My heart is full of your name even though I don’t know it.

I was once told “There’s no use in helping someone whose problems are on the rim of the cup” I never understood that saying, but I knew that my own vase was overflowing.

crying over a simple email 

the lasts build a lump in my throat 

last time beaming onstage 

signing yearbooks 

wearing a stiff blue skirt 

Rain.

Laughter.

Smiles.

Swimsuits and twister.

Getting soaked just for fun.

This is girlhood.

This is happiness.

This is freedom.