Undecided.
Undecided.
One job.
One job for the rest of my life,
one job for the rest of forever.
What will that job be?
I could not tell you.
Too many decisions for one girl,
to make all on her own.
As a child the sky was the limit.
Princess,
astronaut,
even a firefighter.
Now, as a young woman,
it is time.
Time to be realistic.
but where is the fun in that?
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