One Job

There’s always been this part of me aching to reach out.

I never could stop the screams running through my head.

But I momentarily hushed them down not to long ago,

When I made a rash decision on what my dream would be.

I would not want anything but to always be in need.

And because of this my dream would be to teach hopefully. 

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