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I rose from his cold dismissal

someone hot with vision.

I didn't know where I was going,

but I burned for the journey,

and now I'm here.

I let him alone when he wanted,

and he let me alone.

Understand I became someone to appreciate,

raw with power,

thats what he gave me, power,

thats what I had all along inside.

I am proud of myself.

I am happy.