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self-love is the equivalent of enlightenment near the end I discovered what I truly am wondrous miraculous life here for a moment only if you would meet yourself would it be a delight? Or a regret? I look at people from time to time and wonder did they mean to grow into what they became? unyieldingly stiff as if there was no more forgiveness left and I wonder if they ever think if they were a little kid would they like the adult they are or would they run away from themselves? if I don't love what I am how would I be able to love anyone or anything just as they are (not what I need them to be only to feel better about myself periodically) ~•~

a beautiful milieu