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Within these pages, a love untold,

A celebration of self, a journey rolled,

Each verse a whisper, a gentle hum,

A tender embrace, a self-love strum.

For in the spaces of our souls,

Lies a love that never grows old

From scars and sorrows we've left behind

Our hearts are stronger, kind to find.

Like a seedling that sprouts from the earth

Our self-love will take its worth

With care and water, let it grow

Until it blooms fully, you'll know.

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