/I walk about with a seed in my possession
A seed infused with my conviction/
An ideal- Opinionated

/I find a spot to grow without criticism
Wild- free from scrutinization/
Let it thrive- Seek maturation

I've founded my grove,
Planted with love

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/I wait around with a need for confirmation
A niche to find my place in/
MY idea- Validated

/I stroke the sapling of my ego
A philosophical masturbation/
It feeds me- Mutualism

I bond with my grove,
Reciprocal growth

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/I watch the trees of my competition
Sprout with their ministrations/
They're attached- Umbilicals

/I hear their words but don't listen
My attitudal bubble without permeation/
It shields me- Mental Protection

I'm deaf in my grove,
Isolationist's Cove

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/I waver at fact's introduction
Conflicting views from experience's gestation/
Cognitive- A Dissonance

/I trip and stumble upon the tangled roots
My own growth stunted by the strangulation/
It hinders- Thought suffocation

I gasp in my grove,
Asphyxiated- I'm mauve

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/I wrench my tube from the bark in frustration
A dark mark upon me- stark from the separation/
/I wretch from the emotional truncation
A brief depression born from placental vacation/
/I wander the forest of populations
For new ideas productive to my acclimation/
New Cycles- The unlearned lessons

I feed from their groves,
I eat the narratives they wove

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Scarlatan, in the year 832 AF.