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At Ten

At ten I stopped believing in fairytales. At ten I built towers in my mind. At ten I saved myself because no one would. At ten My sword was fierce when I jabbed with it. At ten I knew exactly where to dig it in for the largest impact. At ten I studied people keeping a list of jabs. At twelve I jabbed myself. At twelve I reinforced the armor. At twelve the towers were built higher. At 28 I took off the armor and put the sword away. Now at 29 I have no idea who I am without them.

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