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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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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
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I'm Most Likely
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
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Spilt
It’s that feeling
Of awkwardness
Of excitement
Of twenty million things on the tip of your tongue
Of so many words that will never be said.
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the fear of my to be
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.
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I just really hope she wins.
She's finally ahead in the presidential race. The way my hope lifted when I heard that news. And the disbelief on my face? How, after ten months? I was sure I was going to be screaming from my porch on election day, "Why, why?