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Where to?

Bored.  Too bored to even rack my mind for a synonym.  My English teachers emphatically insisted upon vivid words that promote imagery.  But my major is in the field of science - imagery has no place in homework for my college professors.  The only acceptable imagery is that which takes place in the laboratory - it's termed observation here.  My creativity is hampered in my studies - my linguistic proficiency is diminished by my extended leave of absence from places my heart once called home.  My right brain threatens atrophy.  I cannot focus when my path leads to a life I cannot suffer.  Success and stability await me there but I cannot endure separation of my soul from my body.  Seeking a reunion, I must distance myself from the life I convinced myself to pursue.  I may be too proud to accept handouts but I am not too proud to admit I was mistaken after three years.  It's tough to turn myself around, though.  Where to, soul?

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