Comparison: The Thief of Joy
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A little something i came up with tonight. Its imperfect i know, but arent we all?
Love yourself like mad because if you can't nobody else can.
I admire you. I bow to you. I honour you. You are amazing. Keep going. Keep loving. Keep surviving.
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