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A New View

Past thoughts circulate in my head.
My mind screams to me:
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
I won’t give in.
I won’t give in again.
I’ve dealt with this for long enough.
I don’t need to fall back into the cycle.
I am stronger than that.
I will make a difference.
I will not give up.
I will not give up.

The End

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