A poem I wrote, tell me what you think. i need feedback.?

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Emily

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The Tree,
In the middle of an open field,
It's lonely,
Only accompanied by those that hang from it's stiff branches,
With cold faces and soiled fingernails,
non beating hearts,
The girl cries,
As she looks up around to see that it is not her,
But her time will come,
She waits,
With her head resting against the trunk,
and cries until she's sure it's time,
She climbs up to join her family,
In the tree,
In the middle of an open field.
I was really depressed. just so you know.
I'm not this twisted anymore.
 
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