i guess life is sort of a lottery. i have no summer job, after all. stupid of me to count on it. i have dreams that don't fit my wallet. i struggle with deadlines and the crowd inside my head. i count euros and fear true poverty. but i won't settle for less that a decent way of living, even if it means less money, and more peace of mind. and an empty schedule. well, i plan on winning the lottery tomorrow, so it will all work out.
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half of what you win goes straight into my pocket.
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