My voice, my words are my sword, my weapon.
My story, my truth are my shield.
My virtues are my armor.
My guardian angel is my army, God's army.
My fight? The demons in my past which I battle back constantly. The war rages on, but I'm winning the battles now.
I've spent the last fifteen plus years fighting, and I will not go quietly into the night nor will I bow down to the devil dogs that terrorized a child.
I have the power of knowledge, the strength of numbers, and the peace that surpasses all understanding. He and his hellions cannot defeat me now. They may hurt me, I may stumble. But I will not fall.
I will go through and through and through the fire. I will be forged and reforged and reforged into an incredible sword, an incredible weapon that can cut through anything, that can make it.
My story is long, beautifully tragic.But it has a great Hollywood-can't-touch-it ending.
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