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I am


I am;

I am the place where I was born. I am the place where I grew up. I am the places I’ve visited, the places I’ve dreamt of. I am the place I wish to reach.

I am the books I read. I am the words I write. I am the songs I like, the music I find, the chords I strike, the strings I pick, the instrument I learn. I am the pictures I paint, the pictures I take, the plants I grow, the junk I collect.

I am the attention I crave. I am the attention I receive. I am the appreciation I deserve. I am the emotions I elicit. I am the emotions I feel. I am the tears I’ve wiped/stopped. I am the smiles I’ve laughed. I am my day dreams.

I am the people I know. I am the friends I’ve chosen. I am my parents. I am the people I look up to.

I am the responsibilities I take. I am the work I do. I am the choices I make. I am the circumstances I face.

I am……
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exhausted of thinking up anything else!

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Comments on: "I am" (3)

  1. Quoting from the Fight Club,

    “You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”

    You should watch that movie.

  2. Hope this list hasnt mysteriously disappeared… 😛

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