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Oct 2010
You can not be handed your freedom
In the form of a plastic card with your face
Your name printed alongside your age
Hair color, weight, and current living place

You won't discover complete power
On four wheels moving quickly across a road
A shiny new paint job, some nice rims
Maybe even a truck that can carry a load

You shouldn't expect the perfect job
Around people who always make your day
Quiet office, exciting work, benefits
Some vacation, and very generous pay

You better be looking forward to life
Totally real, with heartbreak, sucky jobs, bills
Don't be too surprised when it hits you
Just make sure you've sharpened your skills.
2010
Written by
Nikki I
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