He clothed himself in invisible shackles, bands of doubt that tethered him so tightly to the lack of belief in himself that he could barely breathe. He spent his life searching for keys to the locks that kept him chained to insecurity, fearing he might one day find them and disrobe to reveal a naked emptiness so vast it would swallow his entire world.
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