I am standing steady when the world feels wild.
I am carrying hope like a shield before my heart.
I am brave in the quiet moments no one sees.
I am learning that fear does not get the final word.
I am a warrior forged by struggle and choice.
I am rising after every fall, dust on my hands.
I am strength shaped by kindness, not just force.
I am scars and victories walking side by side.
I am marching forward even when the path is dark.
I am becoming who I fight for—my truest self.

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