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Facing fears
*Astrid’s POV* Ingrid is screaming right into my head, but how do I fight a black most? I close my eyes and gather my nerves and thoughts. I begin to cry; I am worthy, I am loved, I am wanted, and I am better than the words you speak. I keep repeating the terms, and I slowly get to my feet. I open my eyes and begin to chant my positive words over and over again. I begin to drown out the black mist, and it begins to shrink when it is nothing but a tiny dot. I place my hands on the ground and cover the drop in the soil. The forest goes quiet; I go back to the lake that is now unfrozen and clean my hands; I keep following the river, and then I get to 5 paths. I close my eyes and focus on Ingrid, but she is quiet. I sit on the ground and pull the backpack off my back and find an apple and so
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