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Wow, it is chilly out today.

My friend had to work today, three shifts.
One at his full time job, two djing.
One of his djing jobs was outside near my house,
so i walked and brought him coffee and we hung out, got a bite to eat before he took me home, afterwhich he headed to his next dj gig.


Work. I've applied at McD's.
Wow, right?
Places like that crush my soul, but really,
as a teenager, I can't be picky about where I work.
Money is money, right? Right.
Really, what is there available for someone like me.

Qualifications:
- Writes 3 hours a day, at least
- Daydreamer
What is there out there for people like us?
Tom's a Dj. I wouldn't mind doing that actually. When I'm 18, I'll give it a try. The program he uses is really cool, and I could definitely be a great Dj.

But anyways, McDicks.
Well, what can I say? It can't be all that bad, right? All jobs suck when your young.

Take me home, I don't want to be alone
tonight


Once I saw you leaping over obstacles,
and I smiled, thinking how your energy was complimentary.
I lost sight of you for a while.
I forgot to look at you.
Once I saw you again, making your way uphill,
dropping everything for me,
and staying with me.
I didn't lose sight of you again,
but I guess I lost perspective

I guess I lost sight altogether.
And now?

I find myself content to play it by ear.
Is this really me?
I find it hard to believe.

Is this really how it is?
Is this really

real?