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Self-love is a gift that keeps on giving,

Like a river flowing endlessly,

It's a love that never runs dry,

Like a fire fueled by the wood of our hearts.

It's a love that's always there,

Waiting for us to acknowledge and embrace it,

Like the beauty of a sunrise on a new day,

It's a love that's unique to each one of us,

Like a fingerprint, no two are the same,

It's a love that's waiting to be discovered,

Like a buried treasure waiting to be found.

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