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In the symphony of life, your own heart is the composer,

A canvas of emotions, waiting to be set free.

Embrace each wrinkle, each scar,

For they're the notes that form the melody that is you.

Love your quirks, your flaws, embrace the symphony.

In the dance of life, there's no wrong move,

Just the harmony in the rhythm that is uniquely yours.

A symphonic masterpiece, only you could write.

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