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ataraxia
(n.) a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility;
an anthology of self-written poems and unspoken thoughts about love, sadness, pain, hope, nature, and anything that exists under the sun.
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