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Journalist


The door shuts

the lights fade

the silence daunts

The pencil sits there right in front of me, waiting

waiting! WAITING……right there

……right here

And I'm the master of arts

Wonders I've known, are turned to articles that you percieve

One job could. Change. My. Life

Forever

It's no secret

And so I write

Journalism

I believe

Journalism

I know

Journalism

I can

One job can change my life?

Journalist. I am

 

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