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Reality


The pressures on, so here we go.

Get a career, to make some dough. 

A Game designer, I can't get there faster.

I already am, a pokemon master.

 

Mechanics, physics, chemistry math.

An engineer, chosen, was my path.

It is efficient, I must confess.

My girlfriend's parents, I will impress.

 

I will enjoy this, I know for sure.

But perhaps I'd like another door.

To truly enjoy what I do.

I'd have to be playing fake kung-fu.

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