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Nestled within the plains of the Midwest,

Isolated and alone,

Stands a wholesome oak tree.

Her dark, chestnut body hemmed in by the mucky acorns, 

Those of which were shed out of sorrow.

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

though honorable and necessary,

i fail to recognize the emotion and fervor within technology and maths.

of course, it is possible one feels emotional and passionate for those pursuits,

i remain seated in my simple pink chair. my fingers probe at the keyboard of this computer, and i begin to type freely.

today i am sixteen,

but in five days i turn seventeen

i lie on the bridge between my childhood,

and the promising future ahead of me.

as i held dearly onto my most beloved stuffed animal,

in the dark corner of a lunchroom, she sits

with an indigo binder clutched to her chest

 a seldom frown  threatens across her lips.

she hears the old thrum of the voices around her,