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Hope


When I was younger,

I heard how much my parents hated their job.

As I got older,

I met with my advisor, Bob.

He said that it was a possibility to do whatever I dreamed.

So I told him I wanted to help people turn the knob.

I wanted to be able to change peoples lives.

So I decided to go to college in hopes to change being a slob.

My dreams are starting to come true

We'll see what happens.. 

I can only take things day by day thanks to Bob.

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