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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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