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2-18-24 Oh, my dearest, how did y become so consumed by the longing for love that y find it hard to awaken from the tumultuous thoughts that plague yr mind? Yearning for a single kiss, believing it alone can breathe life into yr soul. But behold, the misery devours y whole, until y grasp the truth that self-love, like a garden, requires daily nourishment. Your story, my dear, is a vast field of blossoms that solely belongs to u, and in this grand tapestry, y are the only one who truly matters.