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One Job ....May Change My Life.


As I am human, living a life, wanting to breath, being pressured by human race, a factor to leave.

Not that I am poor, a bit hungry, struggle’s left behind. Dad died, he died with me, I’ll make it by any means, a job, and a lawyer is all I’ll ever fight to be. No this isn’t money to me this is a wealthy life of opportunity.  Is “One Job…. May change my life, what I need? Maybe so. Finally something comes along, a miracle, I’ll succeed.

Being a judge and lawyer is all I’ll ever dream to be, working in court is whats inside of me.

Yeah a lawyer, a judge and politician sound real nice. This isn’t competition, its simple life. A job that will change lives yes, mine, a great thing indeed. I want it, not going to sit here beg and plead. Any job that pays fees is a good enough job for me.

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cruz004
<p>did you make it yet man ?</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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