A New Person

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I am no longer the same but I am still me, no longer scared  but able to see. The confidence that was locked deep inside of me.   The people I had, and the people I have
A seventeen years fight.  With me, myself, and I.  A seventeen years match. When will it end? A seventeen years battle. When will I gain the upper hand?  A seventeen years combat. 
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