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Night 9 
The shadow flickered, and the room felt colder. 🥶 
“I’m the person you refuse to be. The one who feels too much,” it said softly. 😢 
Tears pricked my eyes. “I was scared of being overwhelmed.” 

“It doesn't have to be that way,” it continued. “You can embrace me. Together, we’re stronger.” 💪 
I swallowed hard. “So, what do I need to do?” 

Day 10 
The conversations with the shadow continue. 💭 
It feels cathartic, discussing my insecurities and fears that haunt me. 
The shadow reflects my pain, but also my strength. 🌈 
I am beginning to see it as a guide instead of a monster. 

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