Confident
I think since you last saw me i've grown tens times more stronger and tens times more
confident of who I am. The walls are ten times as thick and I won't break easily. I have grown ten
times louder and my words project volumes. Your a bad curse that may finally be over... at least
I hope the night mare is done. We can start a new. We can finally be friends.
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