It isn’t profound
doesn’t require
Eloquent monologue
Or constant praise

It isn’t just a phase
Or clever phrase
But just
three little words

Whispered
Just so softly
Into the aether
Towards mine
Own reflection

Until self imposed
Infliction
Ceases to exist
And she’s able
To resist

All other words
From the voices
In all directions
Inside one mind

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