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Intramorphosis


I was quiet.

I was bleek.

My life consisted of listening to what others said.

I grew strength.

I grew power.

I decided to follow my own path instead.

I am willful.

I am passionate.

I have finally became cogent.

I will be memorable.

I will be important.

My memory will remain potent.

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