In forgotten stories, I wore a mask,
Seeking praise, but feeling lost.
A dream revealed an ancient shrine,
An idol's face, my own divine.
In mirrored depths, my soul took flight,
Embracing inner light.
No longer searching, I found my way,
To love myself, each passing day.
The seeker and sought became one,
My heart, the shrine, where love is won.
No longer lost, I stand anew,
Loving myself, through and through.
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