Friends with me

I don’t remember when but since the moment I perceived my individuality, I liked myself, and I wanted to be my best friend and felt as my duty to be my best supporter, meaning enjoy selfhood and keep it safe ( sane?).

You get the picture? I have to be my own friend and greatest supporter, then use my strength to become a friend and supporter to any other.

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