the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
in which I chronicle for a few chapters about the things which make me—and perhaps you also—human. the traits that perfectly blend together to produce not one human that is exactly similar, but different—divergent. one who strays away from the beaten path of life and decides to make their own path through the hot, sticky jungles of life.
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ideas found within these poems are referenced from Veronica Roth's novel, Divergent
