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My Life:

From when we were young you are told to choose a career,
We are set with a kind of fear,
Oh! I'm sorry,
That I have not decided my career,
But -
I just don't want to be like you,
Waiting for your Starbucks in a queue,
I'd rather discover my talent,
And win another pageant,
I'd rather own a company,
Than gather your sympathy.

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