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Growing up
I was led to believe

There was a boy out there
waiting for me

One with kind eyes
and a soft soul

Or maybe a girl
who would hold me close

They'd warm up my heart
and heal the scars

Wipe the tears
Take care of it all

Only later I found
My first love in the mirror

-Sweet Self Love

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