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The Future I See


Since the start of my senior year I had a plan.

I'm not sure why this idea came to my head.

But in my mind it made me feel like I'm the man.

I want to be the guy who pulls the teeth of the dead.

I want to be the man with the plan,

and the drill in my hand,

that one dude who helps people with their mouth pain,

and whitens their teeth so more people talk to them throughout the day.

I'm still not sure what made me want this passion and desire,

but i surely cant wait to start my life's fire.

I can't wait to make a smile brighter and whiter,

and see the smiles when they have more confidence.

Nothing feels better than a cleaner mouth,

and I'm determined to help those in the north and the south.

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