Stuck in the ground,
with roots so deep,
they're impossible to pull.
Tearing, tugging,
at something that will not move.
Wasting time,
trying not to leave,
just to come back.
I know it's inevitable.
While I look around,
and they all have fun,
I can't help but feel
like I'm on the outside,
looking in.
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Going to college in the fall. It's in Montana, and I live in Maine...
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