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In the garden of my heart,

I tend to the seeds of self-love.

I water the soil of my soul,

And nurture each tender bud.

With each passing day,

I watch my self-love grow.

I nurture myself, mind, body, spirit

With kindness and care, I bestow.

I accept myself, flaws and all,

And celebrate my unique beauty.

For in self-love, I find peace

And a strength that never does decay.

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