A gentle hand upon my heart, A tender, loving, brand new start. No harsh critiques, no judging stare, Just acceptance beyond compare. I see the good, I see the grace, Reflected in my own sweet face. This self-love flows, a constant tide, With nothing left for me to hide.
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The Love Within
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A gentle hand upon my heart, — A tender, loving, brand new start.
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