Success in My Goal

Seeing my self in 25 years?

A nurse.

To get there listening to my teachers is key.

Smells of students smoking linger.

Shake my head.

The taste in my mouth is of an expensive dinner as a treat for my success.

 Because my head was always in my studies.

Constantly seeing others sidetracked. 

Cramping my hand as it moves as it is held. 

My goal will be reached.

I just have to focus!

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