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In the depths of my heart,

With tender hands and true,

I gently touch and hold my own,

Love myself through and through.

With kind words and touch so real,

I embrace my own being,

Loving every part of who I am,

Filled with love, my heart is gleaming.

With every moment, hour, and day,

My love for myself shines bright,

For loving oneself is the key,

To a life full of endless light.



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