Though these days,
and summer nights,
they're feeling oh so nice.
I get a funny guilt trip,
living in this paradise.
When I was in school,
remember how my mind would ache.
Asking for that very second that I could take a break.
Funny thing about me now it's only been a week,
I need some sort of fullfillment,
a passion I can seek.
It's not that I posess a future,
containing paths that are so bleak.
I have plans now to move on,
to be strong with my will.
Because I know that in this world,
it's kill or be killed.
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I tend to think a lot. A lot of my friends are out with other friends, working, shopping for father's day, or something that gives their life meaning. Perhaps I feel as though I don't deserves this peace and serenity as much as I do. 12 years of work and already scheduled for college, parents offered to let me stay here for my first year of community. No sense buying an apartment when I'd be staying in dorms.
I probably need a summer job or something. I'm gonna work on giving my summer some purpose.
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