A steady stride, a head held high, I meet the world with open eye. My voice rings clear, my purpose bright, I walk in power, bathed in light. No fear can hold me, no doubt can bind, The strength I seek, I've always divined. A quiet knowing, strong and bold, A story of my own, to be told.
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Confidence
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A steady stride, a head held high, — I meet the world with open eye.
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