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In a world that constantly demands more,

I turn inwards, to find my inner core,

I seek a love, a love of self,

A love that's pure and undefiled.

This love is a gentle river,

Running through my veins,

Nourishing my heart, and soul,

Like a soothing balm, healing my wounds.

This love is a gentle whisper,

In the quiet of my mind,

A whisper of self-acceptance,

And acceptance of life's imperfections.

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