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for the longest time i wasunsure of myself i thoughti was just a fading star ora single grain of sandhollow, emptylostbut i learned, like humans doi learned how to love myself theway that other people love me and ilearned to recognize that flawsare necessary for me tosee because ii have to learnthat i am my worst critic andthat striving for perfectionis what makes livingworth it so i grewi grew up and understood thati must love myself and igrew stronger so now wheni look at myself i am no longer justa fading star ilook at myself and i see the entire universe emittinglight and color i see the entireelectromagnetic spectrum and iknow that every cell in my body isworking to keep me here and aliveand i learned to love myself so that igrew from a grain of sand, a pieceof dust into a force of nature likea hurricane i became a sandstorm and i know thati am a force to be reckoned with
-sg || 2:30 pm || january 25
-sg || 2:30 pm || january 25
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