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Sitting, drinking my last 10.00, well I got 30.00 bucks, 27.50 to be exact. Wondering if this is part of the dream. Being this broke, this drained...is this my American Dream driving me forward. I think it is. I'm still in love with the same woman, I've Fallen in love with fighting for the rights of others and realizing how everything interlocked and woven to precision. My only qualm is what it is that I do now? I get paid friday, I'm going to hate my check. five years from now will I be complaining? Who knows? This semester is almost over. Take a dose of yourself, Anissa. Determined, Ambitious, cautious and driven you, Anissa.
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