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                                           Future occupation

                                      

                              

Future occupation,

In some typical occasion,

Makes me feel impatience.

I feel depressed

Because I don't know what to do next,

After graduating,

Everyone has a job,

Only me is waiting,

Probly go to rob.

I can't talk to my parents,

I scared the hope from their eyes,

Just like a farming peasant,

Watches the field and cries.

So I decide to work hard

But the reality broke my heart

It was not enough

The reality grabs me and makes me cough