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I Am...


I am, I am,

I am the leaky faucet of a bathroom sink, always being promised to be fixed

I am, I am,

I am a cold glass of water, hitting your teeth once you take a sip and making you cringe at discomfort

I am, I am,

I am the smudged, illegible notes on your paper, the same notes you swear you can read when someone asks you what you wrote

I am, I am

I am confliciting, I am a nuisance

I can be, I will be, something different,

in time

 

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