Sixteen attended not including me,
I heard them all, but I could only see three.
Her hair was perfect, top button up,
An introvert of sorts I've yet to corrupt.

She'll blow me away,
With the things that she'll say,
In a time when nothing is sacred.
She'll wrap me up,
And cool me down,
When all will subside but the hatred.

I'll be looked down upon for going too quick,
Apparently all I need is a nail and a stick.
I must try to survive this wicked girl,
I must try to derive what I can from the world.

I must remember to forget what I've been told,
I must never regret what I do as I grow old.
I could touch everything that comes my way,
But there's just not enough hours in not enough days.

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