×Inspiration×

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I Am by Nichole Nordeman
2005-01-17 at 1:12 p.m.

Pencil marks on a wall,
I wasn't always this tall.
You scattered some monsters
from beneath my pen.
You watched my team win,
You watched my team lose.
You watched when my bicycle when down again.

And when I was weak,
unable to speak,
Still I could call you by name.
And I said,
Elbow healer, superhero,
Come if you can.
And you said I am.

Only 16, life is so mean.
What kind of curfew is at 10pm?
You saw my mistakes,
You watched my heart break,
Heard when I swore I'd never love again.

And when I was weak,
unable to speak,
Still I could call you by name.
And I said,
Heartache healer, secret keeper,
Be my best friend.
And you said I am.

You saw me wear white
by pale candlelight.
I said forever to what lies ahead.
Two kids and a dream,
with kids that can't scream too much
it may seem when it's 2am.

And when I was weak,
unable to speak,
Still I could call you by name.
Oh shepard, saviour, pasture maker,
Hold onto my hand,
And you said I am.

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×Hates×
Rejection. Judgement. Stereotypes. Dictation. Negativity. Overly critical people. Having the freedom of choice taken away from me. When the power cuts out. Computer gremlins.