It's like you don't have the urge to do it, but you do it. You do it because you need to, not because you want too.
You do it because for once, you chose yourself, and you didn't go against yourself, for once, you accepted who you truly are, for just once, you natured the detail in your life instead of forcefully doing it. It's a necessity to love yourself wholeheartedly, otherwise, who would?
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, So much the more thereby
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