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Haze


One job will change my life, for this i am certain

until I find that job my pockets and my pride will be hurting.

My minds a blur, so many options

Who am I to say what that life altering occupation could be. 

Honestly in a an interview it isn't just you and me; however,

It's you and all the other "me's" you've been interviewing. 

Which leads me to ask this question.......what am I doing???

Searching intently for my spot, surely things will be ok

When i find that one job to end my dismay. 

 

 

 

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