This Is Who I Am, This Is What I Thrive To Become

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79415
United States
33° 41' 10.914" N, 101° 54' 43.1532" W

A girl at the of eighteen,

Is hesitant to try.

She is afraid she will not succeed.

Filled with many hopes,

And many dreams.

Prefers the dark

Over the bright light.

She does not dread,

It's gruesome sight.

Justice and Science, 

Are her passion.

It takes her in,

To a secret cove she imagined.

Justice now,

Science then

Whenever she can,

She'll seek for the hints.

Become the voices for the dead.

Solving the crime

In such a short amount of time.

With Forensic Science on the case

Behind those black bars,

Bad guys will find their place.

Even though the deceased are gone.

Their stories will never cease to erase.

This poem is about: 
Me

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