How many hours have I loved myself?
A few sprinkled forgotten moments, it is tough to start calculating now,
How many times did I stand up for myself?
My soul churns sour memories, I don’t remember speaking up, or fighting the pow-wow,
How many moments have I lived for myself?
My memory serves empty answers, my soul yearns for a reply, It’s time for transformation, or perhaps a promising vow!
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