I feel it all the time. It's something I can't describe. I hear His voice deep inside my soul. It whispers my dreams and inspires me to exist. It comforts my aches and lifts my spirits. It gives me strength, directions, instructions, ideas. Words come rushing through my mind. I'm drawn into the cool waters of places I've never been. I believe that I belong here and my job isn't complete quite yet. I want to give up all the time...but He won't let me. He needs me to do something, to be somewhere, to be someone. It's all intertwined into one lucid dream, and quickly contradicted by it's uncertainty. Me? Just a girl; a young confused being. I don't know why I have to reach the end, but I know I have to no matter what. Giving up is what the enemy wants. In the midst of turmoil is when I bring my A game. We know how this war will end.
I'm fighting for the champions.
We are real. We are raw. We are hardcore dreamers.
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