Head High
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I am eighteen now, and still scared.
I haven't always been a scared person, life somehow made me that way at some point.
Over the summer I learnt to fight back.
I am still scared, but you don't know.
Because I have my head held high.
And mark my words, with the willpower and confidence that I've gained, one day I won't be afraid.
-Sequel of: Pieces of Me.
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