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The "strong girl" I created for myself. I felt his image flowing from my hand and face. I haven't been able to play that character lately. Both my mind and my body wanted to be somewhere else, to be a different person. Maybe tougher, tougher, braver... Maybe stronger... More and more... I was losing in my own world. I have never been so weak. Too weak to even admit to myself the cause of my distress.