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College Day


When you wake up in the morning, and you have to go to work But you were up late last night writing, and your fingers really hurt You work at a local deli, cutting and slicing bread Four hours every morning, nothing but stress running through your head After work you go to class, the hours slowly tick on by Taking in so much knowledge and you still can not answer, "why?" Why am I here? What is my purpose in life. Why do I stay up for ungodly hours in the library at night? Will it all pay off? I know it will After all Hospitality Management is the field that feels We care about your feelings, if you are comfy in your bed at night We care about the children who might have had a fright I am not in this for the money, but for how it pleases me I love to see people happy, I love just being me
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