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Who am I?

Who do I choose to be?

I wear it with pride and stand unshaken amidst a crashing world.

I won't be afraid...

My choices are founded on the word of the God of the Universe.

Sometimes, this existence is painful.

Sometimes, it is beautiful.

More of the former than the latter.

It makes sense... In a strange convoluted way.

Because I know... at the end of the day, where my victory lies.

Where my banner will be upheld and celebrated.

UNSHAKEN.

Honored and glorified someday...

For the choices I made.

And the man I am.

I stand proud and unafraid of the trials still to come.

I can face it. I can stare it all straight in the eye and cause fear to echo through it's soul.

Be afraid.

I am prepared. Armor clad.

Prepared for this lifelong war and praising in the midst of it all.

Yours faithfully,

Qavah.

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