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Actor, business man, football player, teacher- dream jobs, dream goals, different forms, different roles, mind and heart, brain and matter to each their own, in my dream i save the world-
Thinking your life is right on track, Then a sharp turn sends you spinning off course Slowly and steadily you move back to where you left off As things get back into place, You decide to take e a short cut.
I plan to attend college to expand the brilliant plan I began.
Excruciating Love     Never have I encountered such a plight In which my heart contradicts its morals. Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
The thought of you hurting Alone in your bed
My car doesn't need gas it runs on drive to go fast
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, you look so perfect where you are, sparkling warmth way up there, I just can't help but to stop and stare. Others around me also pause, to gaze upon you in their awe.  
'Flawless' is of flawed design, I am not perfect, nor are you, But knowing that my flaws are mine, And that they've made me strong with time, I praise myself where praise is due.  
The light kissed their faces Heaven's hue through which it shown   An empty stage apart from her alone.
One job that would change my life is teaching a yoga class
Don't tell me you love me Don't you dare whisper that in my ear I will not fall for it  I will not listen
When I walk past the door I smile While others might sigh or groan or pout For I know that this is the place where your life begins. When I hear the bell toll I smile
Winter is a slippery time for walking My clunky boots skate along the ice The temperature is chillingly shocking On this adventure, I’ve only fallen twice   Spring blooms of bright scented flowers
Sitting at a desk Trying to stay in context Before the big test
    I am the inspiration in a writer’s colorful, exotic, painting. I am the warmth in a fuzzy pair of winter mittens. I am the bright segment of colors in a dull room.
The road that lies ahead in our minds is often bright and shining   To others, it's dark and gloomy and every sunrise is a dread   Caught in the middle, I'm paralyzed between fear and hope
Easy nor Quick. Never Once must I Falter, During The Challange To Obtain Occupational Perfection. The Road Ahead, Found to be Rocky, Yet I must Persevere To Obtain
This is our time. This is our year. We have nothing left to fear. This is our chance. To show the world. What we’ve been fighting for.   This is our chance. We get to shine.
one job may change my life but what about others? the life I live and the life they live they intertwine if my dream job changes my life how can i change the lives of others
If I don't scream, do I still feel pain? The answer is yes. My pain is real and hides behind walls I do not let it get in my way I stand above it, I show the world that I am stronger
Although you are sound asleep, I lay awake counting sheep. I can't dream of anything better, than picturing you in that ugly cat sweater. Your smile lit up in the dark, you say, hey, I'm Mark.
~Prosperity~ Year after year, season to season, We face our fears - with good reason.
I dream of a beautiful woman I gave birth to years ago.
  Honestly My dream job is to be spokesperson As a surivor of sexual child abuse I believe I have a lot to say To stand for And to do   I did not just survive for myself
Why me? What can I do? Why am I more deserving than others for financial elevation? I’m not.I’m just a girl with dreams of making a differenceBut I want anyway.I want to erode my own name out into history
While wishing upon a star You stopped to think of who you are A person who has school as the main equation 
Seeing a painting That most people think has no meaning I see something else In the jumble of stuff Not just splatters of paint But pictures in unlikely places Maybe a lady on a swing
High School always been a cham Now it's coming to an end  College is coming what's done? What's planned? You got to get your head out of the sand. Go out an apply see what you can do
The yearning of comfort leaves me empty and alone; thirsting emotion and unique love. As does waiting for that first intimate moment shared in a kiss; the simple, yet monumental knighting of womanhood in America.
his hands caresses every curve of my undeveloped body every touch; it burns of sin i scream but no one hears me i struggle but he wont stop  tears, anguish and frustration  sweat escaping through help
Scribble. Scribble. Line.  Loop the "L", rewrite. Make it neater.  More Scribble. Pause. Reread. Does it work? Does the emotion work? Does it clearly represent the charachter?
There's so much to be done To this planet of ours The pain and the hurt Suffering as hot as Mars   The beauty that surrounds us Now covered in gunk Slimed over by humanity
I am not an artist. I am not an athlete. I don’t have a way with words. To some I am a literary architect. To others a tortured soul. But to those few who know me, a regular teenager.
What are you thinking? President Lincoln? About the American Revolution this weekend?   What are you thinking? Jay Gatsby? Abut How F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote you very sassy?  
From the genesis of time, Man was created from the very bowels of the earth Flesh and bone
Some have a little Whilst some have a lot How can we live as people When some are just forgot   Some people just want to live  And others just want more Why can't we just give
I enjoy breathing life into paper. Words come so naturally to me. It helps to prove my emotions exist. It helps to set my imagination free.   I have more control when I'm writing.
Today is the day I will be heard Today I will emerge out of this shyness I will let the world know I no longer will stand injustice!   Today is the day I will be heard Today I will say
  They say it happens all the time. High school. They say everyone gets made fun of. High school.
Outside  Didn't know where I was going Didn't know who I was But the midnight eyes guided me Fear drove me But love kept me Insanity near
I yell to the stars but only the clouds hear me  I stomp my feet but the ants dont fear me  I cry but no tears fall  I reach out for help but noones there  Crying out help but the people just stare
Everyone watches but   no one sees. what is happening to me? Something sits on my chest but I see nothing there. Why can't I breath? It comes from nowhere. The shadow grows in my eyes.
When I was younger And the stars seemed far away I used to revel in the gold encrusted words Of my parents I used to hang from their vowels And dangle from their consonants
When the air is filled With excitement and thrill, The Day has just begun.   When a child that frolics With daisies and lollies,
J. O. B. Is it work or is it something free? Is it something I do or something i can be? The Job that will change my life is something free. When i mean free I dont mean pricewise
Did I make the right decisions in my life? 
Squeaky white tile floors  White walls  Lumpy beds This is where I belong Among the wounded, among the sick Never turning an injury away Whether it be plain to see or not
Where do you look for a reflection? In a mirror, on a shiny spoon, on a car window.
Driving down a road  Scanning every detail.  Maybe we'll spot a toad  or even something with a tail.    We'll hike through the forest  or find ourselves in the Amazon. Unable to rest, 
This is it, What I have been preparing for, The dream I held onto when thoughts of being an astronaut or a princess were lost somewhere in a seven year olds mind. I have been working for this my entire life,
My dearest poet, do not study for hours another's poetryfor you will hinder your wordsRich painter, do not gaze in a fellow's perspectivefor you will stifle your perception
I am not a fool I'm only himan And I'm bound to make mistakes Understand I've always had what it takes What it takes to love you And what it takes to stay with you Yeah I might have been hurt
Once upon a dream She lived Lavishly, Where happiness felt clean To the soul of purity  Invited all in unity They laughed endlessly Enjoying the offering of peace  In eternal divinity
I'm pouring out the water. Holy from the tap. But they want a sweeter version.
She sits on rooftops, like a bat in the trees Patient for them to close their eyes So she can take all that they have Only watched by the pale moonlight No remorse is felt
No man shall choose another’s destiny Gods among earth we are not My work will drive me as far as I let it For this is where ambition and wishing will split Humble actions influence outgoing impacts
Busy street So many faces So few people
Ideas Like thunderbolts Fall from the sky
Am I pretty? When you look at me what do you see? Of course, you see the way my thighs rub together when I walk.
My first appointment of the day Is little boy Tommy who is always scared. All I want to do is help educate him. Hopefully he comes in prepared.   She is going to think I'm lazy
What are you hiding? Take off the mask!
What is life if its not what you do? Jobs here, jobs there just stacking up like entires of a resume, but none defines me but what if? instead of saying: "I work at.." I say "I am"
In the hallways of my school, some girls think they're cool, while the guys only drool.   They cough and they scoff, but I want them to back off.   I hide my feelings
I want to be a star, a movie star. The main attraction of my film.
Could the day ever be When I'll only see just me Not a monster or a beast Or has the only me I've ever known deceased Am I really that lost and far gone?
My life would change in a flash Simple as someone turning on a monitor Then the CPU Waiting for it to boot up Going into the archives Then, finally Adding a new profile
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up   A fire fighter is what I wanted to be The red lights and water is what excited me     But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
I am not complaning, but I live life in struggle Every corner that I turn, missing pieces to my puzzle Since bullying exist, l've  lived life in a bubble. I wasnt affiliated with it, I never really got in trouble.
I need a job that could change whole life And maybe then will shit start going right I wouldn't have to be worried about my moms Or my sisters and brothers crying about the lights going off The water and the cable
Philosophies Drift amuck in a waterless world Catching on to anything Within hand’s grasp   We strive to find purpose To stake our land To hold our place To say “we were here”  
almost fell face-forward had they not held us back, crying because it hurt and made our bodies ache,
It can be any of them. Just please give me one. They don't have to be playing Frozen; the job doesn't have to be fun.   I want to sweep the floors, take your tickets, show you your seat,
Failure is not an option, as my soul has been catapulting towards this dream since I could mutter the first words of my existence.
Creativity. Creativity. Creativity. The sole thought rattles my brain day in and day out,
My dream job will change my life, Not just mine, but of those around me. My dream job is in the medical field And I would be helping people indirectly. No having to deal with neither blood nor body excretions.
There's a road in the meadow parting it left and right a side where the sun rises and the other for the moon at night and now I have to choose the side I belong to
One Job Following my passion Pursuing my dreams Creating Content Building Relationships Helping Others My Dream Job: Creative Professional
if i could be anything in the world, free of bindings and seeking only my heart and happiness, i'd be one who fills the world with their heart and imagination.  
I am a speaker, an advocate. I wonder if my nerves will get the best of me. I hear a trumpet in the distance, proclaiming my victory.
Thunderous applauseA steady, continuous chanting of my nameThat's what I live forThis is what I want
I'd like to be a master of a different type of wave,
I have been told To walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes If you want to understand anyone better So I wanted to know my mother, and father too Only to realize from the start-they had no shoes
While everyone else wants to get famous or be on TV,  I just want to cook and serve food different from the what the eye can see, Hot saute pans and seasonings, Desserts and fresh bread,
Fighting the fight one day at a time Problems keep arising, repeating like rhyme Keep your head up, more important knees strong Scratch them and bruise them when days seem long The goal a good life
Eyes closed … Breathing deep,
Lights! Camara! ACTION! You don't have to be an actor, for your workplace to be a stage.  Just give me a desk and a computer and I'll show you my magic.  Dreams have a way of creeping out into reality. 
Children The soul's simple essence The proof of our presence   Children Feeling forgotten Mocked, chided, and beaten   Children Sticky and stumbling Funny and frightened
My dream job is an open door it's what I'm paying all this fucking money for My dream job is Graphic Design It'll be some time before I get it in line, 4 years of school and $100,000 down the drain
I say science, and they see an endless stringof binary code and digits in single file,test tubes and lab ratsand my eyes dead like mindlessness, likea love of creationcan be muddied up
  They say, “travel the road less traveled”. I say build your own road and make you own path.
The Test   Tests to attend college, tests in college   Tests in medical school, skills tested as a resident   Tested to see what it takes to become a doctor,
My yellow brick road is outlined
"How are we feeling today?" "How much have you eaten?" "Let's check your weight." "Have you ever hurt yourself?" "Are you hearing things?" "Are you seeing things?"   An interrogation
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered We're all facing different demons No one to go to
  One job may change my life   “The thing about pain . . . it demands to be felt.” As I look around, I see it:
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
It can't be done. You can't act in films. You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun. They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
Sit and watch the darkness fall, Ambition calling, call, call, call.Answer, Answer, doesnt she hear? 
To the mother that Shaped me,
The natural foliage creeping down the counter, Draping over the polished tanned walls. Reflecting ergonomic finesse, Cleanly tracing the muscular lining, Of a fresh carcass.  
Once you turn your face heavenwards; To engage in daily conversation that is, to return to Earth, merits a physical un-tilting of the head; from the angled to the staid, erect position, eyes intently glazed over.
One job may give me hope. One job may define my life. One job; the chance to change my future.   One place, North Carolina. One place, the destination of my growth. One place, the animal sanctuary.
I used to be a weird little girl Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls. In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
Savinig lives daily,  Protecting them from the end,  My job is to save
Mahmoud A true story   My mother and I stood in the Afghan refugee camp Solemnly and nervous, I stared as they stared back "This is where I came from," she said to me
We all have a goal in life, Become a ballerina, baseball player, or be in the circus. My dream is to become a National Geographic photographer.
I want to touch the soul, with words that sounds like gold. I want to hold the world's feelings in the words of my notes. I want to behold the power to have my written word uncontrolled.
What job would change my life?I honestly have no clue.I don't think much of work or how it impacts my life.Instead of thinking about how a job can change my life,
With enough determination, a meaningless word is fate; I wish for myself better, for things to be eventually great. That was a silly enough rhyme, but the words are still there.
Just one job could change my life, Make me rich, or help me find a wife
 I’m lost. I know that much.
All I need is the opportunity, I seek the help offered to me. All I want is to change a life. I need not strife.
The greek symbol Delta. To people of science it means "change". Whether good or bad, we swear by it and follow it as it leads us to mind-blowing technologies. I too follow the symbol to greatness.
I've got six sources of dreaming, clear The words all tumble bright, and fear Is choking cloaking, smogging roping Round my throat and twixt my ears. What am I doing here? I'm learning phonetics,
“All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts” - William Shakespeare
Nirvanna is what I seek; the Paradise thought lost, the Great Hall   Let me dig, let me cram crawling through flickering passages Hollowed tombs rich with an era Tongue tied tumbling over guttural grunts
I dive deeper Into the numbers and letters and When I come up for air, Nobody knows where I've been but Me and my secret coded feature It's everyone's and it's mine.
maybe maybe i'll find that dream job
Creamy smoothness under your fingers Curled up; cat-like Minutes ticking by the world surrounding you has vanished It's only you; eyes devouring piece by delicious piece word by beautiful word
I don't know what I'm going to be or where I'm going to end up or what I'm going to see I wish I could have all the answers, but I don't, and I never will
In a new studio
“Wow, what a psycho” Says the girl sitting next to me. How clever she is Laughing at the uncontrollable misfortune of others.  
Walking down the street I see them Picking up the trash off the street  Without them I wouldn't have somewhere to walk Without them, my life would change   Walking into school I see them
If you think you are lost Then you are not alone For fear of failure Is not very known   We all reside with it ticking away But rare are those 
The type of job which would change my life is becoming a famous author. The way becoming a famous singer would change my life is everything I did the public would know about. I wouldn't really have a free moment to myself.
When I was young I wanted to become a chef but that thought changed ever since i knew death I realized I wanted to help people so I aimed to become a nurse knowing that I would have to study everyday like a curse
We all know the story of Adam, Eve, and the apple she bit which damned every generation. Because of that, I'm afraid to take risks. I might as well say I'm afraid to live.
The sick and the dying, The needy and the hopeless, Who do they look to for aspiration? The strong and the immune, The lucky and hopeful, Who do they look to for guidance?
Business/Finance major, aint no yelow brick road. Its going to be tough, but I aint gona fold. Im going to be a CEO, getting that paper, Watch me rise to the top, like an elevator. Haters - all the support I need.
All my life, it's been You point the way, I'll get us there. I'll struggle through, and reach the goal. I can overcome any obstacle, but don't know where to start. Today, I take the wheel.
ONE JOB. . . One hope, One ambition. Is what we are made to choose, during our high school days. Before we are 18, and can legally smoke. Before we are 21,
I am a flower in the desert, holding out for the rain. The sun has been hot and taunting, mocking my goals and my name.
What is my dream job? Some may call it outlandish and immature Others say it is stupid and naive But I want to be a famous musician   Lights shining on me While people stare and see
“I want to be an engineer,” he said “I want to be a veterinarian,” she voiced “I want to be a fireman,” he exclained “What do you want to be?” What do I say? How should I answer?
One day you became serious
The child is young, and so am I. She tries so hard just not to cry. I hold her hand and count to three As the doctor puts her to sleep. "The pain will soon be gone," I say, As we whisk her gurney away.
This war Is about blood, tears, and death This war Sees a little child heave a last breath But there are no guns, no bombs No battlefields that we can see For the war rages forever on
A TEACHER'S WORDS DEPARTED FROM HIS LIPS, ECHOING OUT TO ME,
AFRAID OF WHO I AM AND WHAT PEOPLE MAY SAY AFRAID OF THE THOUGHTS I HAVE AND CASUALLY EXISTING DAY TO DAY AFRAID OF THE POTENTIAL THAT FESTERS INSIDE OF ME AFRAID OF HOW SOCIETY WILL DICTATE WHO I AM SUPPOSED TO BE
  “Miss, may I show you to your suite”
If
If I could be whatever I wanted to be I would heal the sick and set them free. I would care for them until they are not in need Of me to love and to care and to feed.   If I could be whatever I wanted to be
  One Journey, one road, one story? No. Exploring, doing more, and expressing my inner joy is my future job.
Sharing the knowledge of my obtained wisdom With young minds, eager to learn and flourish Is the most noble of desires that can be had
One chance to make that one choice. This is the choice that defines defines you, defines your life.   Well I made my choice and I choose animals. Now, I just need my chance
Achieve Four small siblings
They say that hatred is a fireThat eats at your insidesAnd it isAlong with jealousy and ambitionAt times it seems I carry all of theseBut I've learned to push down my angerTo be content with what I have
I am a cre
We are gathered here, you and I To study the strange nature of the unyielding sky. Spanned across our unimaginative eyes, pensively awaiting tomorrow, with all its potential for joy and sorrow.
What is that one job that will change my life? How can I know? But I know that the job that will change my life will give me a chance to show my skills, allow me to express my thoughts with no fear,
Ever since I was a little girl I have been asked a simple question What do you want to be when you grow up? It really isn't that simple. I think I have it all figured out. My dream is to become a nurse
Since I was a child I can remember always staring into space for a while, Always thinking of something creative to write in a way to express my deepest emotions,
Helping children achieve greatness Helping kids become their own person Helping children move up in the world Helping the world and others around Helping make a brighter future for kids
A Grammy for the best engineered album of the year is where i could say my life would be complete Maybe even a nomination or 2  for that category would be sweet  A few years in college studying sound 
No one should have to give up their dreams because of where they're from, How much their parents make, Or just about anything else. Everyone deserves a chance to try to make a difference in the world.
There's a certain eloquence of deed A satisfaction beyond bewilderment You can tell me that I can't And that I won't But there's a drive in my heart And no breaks in my step  
This one job, may change my life. This one job, may change your life. This one job,  may change the world.   That one surgery, can take my life. That one surgery,
Looking back through thin pages of history Human lives flash in quick succession, condensing years into a paragraph Powerful kings into a sentence Six lifetimes of work into a footnote Forgotten. Almost.
I have fireworks inside me with special patterns:  Sapphire stars, scarlet plaids, lavender polka-dots.  They explode.  Treking the course-grained rocks at Topsmead State Forest. 
Dreams Funny how they float just out of reach Just past the tips of fingers the grasp of belief. Just as the bird will hop and glide, the dream will follow
Growing up I never noticed that I was different. 
Happiness dies with innocence, where that dies its hard to tell may think they are still young playing the warm sun until it is time for supper but when does that fade?
Upon the page that bleeds my thoughts, my future stares back in strife. It’s a jumbled web that has caught me within the spindles, letting only me seek control of its ways.
Catch a criminal. Give a victim closure. Uphold the laws of the country. I can do that with my dream job: Prosecuting Attorney This one job would be my world. It will make my like have real purpose.
I feel the sweat running do
Imagine this. A mother in labor with a two year old as her labor coach Did you laugh? That's ok I do too. Except I'm that two year old And my mother's that mother And my brother's that baby 
A bassoon job may change my life, Any job with the bassoon will suffice. I dream and think in bassoon, But I dread keeping it in tune. I would need to practice and dedicate more time,
One job may change...life. Mine         Yours                   Ours                           The World
MY DREAM JOB WOULD BE BECOMING A VIDEO GAME DESIGNER AND CREATOR. I LOVE VIDEO GAMES, AND I EXCELL AT PLAYING THEM AS WELL. PLUS, THE FACT THAT I'M A GIRL JUST MAKES ME EVEN MORE RARE..
A future filled with teeth, with the kind of gum that can't be chewed, blown, or popped.Dentistry. This is what I had dreamt of, hoped for, and worked towards.
There grows a boulder On the path that I walk Rock grows on my skin So I am tough Trying to find a new All of the sudden it appears A detour, a way I start the new knowing, Time passes by
The job that would change my life forever for a good cause would be being a paramedic. What could be greater than help others with their lives,save lives, change lives.
Dreams encased in a tiny bottle Bursting open, exploding sparks and passion Nothing would make me more happy than to help serve others The gift of being able to physically help heal others. It's powerful.
  Sometimes, I feel I am zero. That I am nothing. Worthless, empty, an entity with no value.  
To click my heels across the brightly colored stage, Just Once. To put my makeup on in a personal vanity mirror, Just Once. To slip into a sparkling costume, Just Once.
I am a writer I will write furiously up until the last possible moments, and then I will let my words trickle into the veins of the world and wait. Language, written, signed, danced
All I want is to be an engineer. Let me make that clear. I plan to get my bachelor's real fast, Wanna make that cash. My family gave me lots of support. Time t’be a good sport.
Dreams from childhood come with princes and princesses. But that dream grows and contorts to fit the mold of reality. Princes become bosses and princesses become bussiness women.
Dedication. Determination. Trust. Passion. That is all it takes. An education. Major in business management. Double major in theatre.   A four year university. That is all I need.
The graphic world is what i need  its a deam that i will make a reality In my world of graphic design all i need is my mind And other things Tools and skills with technology galor
Taking pride in what i would like to do simply makes me thrive and want to see my goals through, wearing a badge and keeping people safe for a living is something i'd take great pride in and that's the truth.  
If there is one job that could change my life, it would be teaching--at any level. 
Am I considered lucky, to live in this land where I am considered free, or am I considered a prisoner, behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME. 
"A job could save lives" "Oh job please come rescue me"  "I need some money"
Rocking with the beat of a thousand breaths My eyes following the language of symbols Synchronized with a hundred other masters My fingers moving quick and nimble    
Sitting scowl-faced on the playground, a child aged nine: “I hate it! I hate school! Don’t look so surprised- The teacher’s lack passion, they don’t even care, They always teach the lessons like we’re not even there.”
Many jobs can change my life
If I were to have my way
I wake up Breathe in and out, and hear Silence. I get the mail Hear no birds or cars, Only silence. My granddaughters come to visit
I look all around and I feel their sorrow.  Young teenage girls worrying how they will look tomorrow.  This isn't important each of us is beautiful.  The media and even people tell them all these lies:  ugly,
The difference is wanting to make a change, 
The day seniors wait for, to finally step out the door. onto the pedestal of the world who could want more? Twelve years of prison since most were five, up to this day that ends this painful job.
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled. I feel like there's nothing to live for. Helping others out of my own free will; That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar. I listen to people attentivly,
I want to make a difference. I want to mark the world. I want a good change. In my life. In others life. I want to fight. I want to suceed. I want to go to college.
A life for a life They change mine And I'll change theirs  They'll make me some kind of hero Their strength will make me stronger   My plan is bigger than social work
When love is made real Then shall people awaken To change for better
One life. One child. One woman. One dream. One job. One heart. A heart that rhythmically beats and accelerates, accelerates at the thought of being a healer,
as i picked up my dad's guitar  i thought "yeah, i got this" and i wowed the audience with a flawless rendition of puff the magic dragon drawing my influences from the 1973 gibson itself  
If I could change the world,I'd make creativity powerful.I'd make it so I would look outside with a smile,Not an unwillingness to face the coming day.
Silent cries resound throughout the night Pleading to be heard, their eerie symphony reaching silent ears.
I never thought I would come this far, It has been a struggle these past thirteen years. Finally, all I hear is cheers. This is my year.   It is the new year,  A new me, everyone can see.
Stay away from perfection
There’s a boy
I can taste it in the air.  Spicy, warm, and ready to melt in my mouth, It comes to me. 
If you were to visit my elementary school playground between my 3rd and 6th grade years you could find a
In Jesus, there is joy.
One year, five months and six days. the question remains: will she stay?  
It's 7:40 in the morning, Time travels, time flies. Walking down the hallway, with English on my mind.
White, white, white all around, Everywhere you go,  It's boring from wall to ground. This is not a hospital, This is a school. We need color, We need expression, We have creativity,
Seven thirty-five already? Here, let me just press "snooze" It's time to get up and go learn logarithms for moles I'll never use. School takes up one third of my day- soooo many hours.
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