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I can do this.

Steam fogged the sides of the mirror, but did not distort the image.

I can’t be afraid.

He saw himself, in a old beaten undershirt he loved, and a pair of red gloves.

Fear is the mind killer…

He knew he shouldn’t be afraid, they never were.

I must not, I will not fear….

He was different now, a far cry from the boy who was picked on and beaten.

I accepted this fight, and now I must finish it.

Much had changed since that day, far more than just his now full and seasoned face.

I am strong, I am a man.

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