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.
