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May 2016
I walked out of the river
The place where I was born
yet my roots remain detached, unbind
Looked up to the nigh's sky
watched the stars burn and thought of their end.

I ran into the forest
The place where I'm confound
my swing torn from branches,sawed off
Looked up to the morn's sky
observed the sun and feared it's distance nearing.

Milk bottle naked, I followed my destined path
the alien world full of new tech and standards
must keep up appearances, have to fit in
I have to fit in
I HAVE to fit in.
I must keep up appearances
I need a phone, I need a profile
I need those grades
I need to get into university
I need a job, a career!

Breathe.

If you read this, please. Read this!
Do something, change.
You must change.


I run to the river
My heaven, oh, home
The roots tied my feet to it's bed, trapped
Looked up to the outside
felt the rush drag me down.
Hannah Draycott
Written by
Hannah Draycott  21/F/Nottingham, UK
(21/F/Nottingham, UK)   
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   Jason Howell
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