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Magic.

It was love.

It might have been rush.

It might have been slow.

It might have been tender.

It might have been not the right time.

But there was love.

When you were conceived.

It’s magic.

One cell, becoming many.

Creating life.

A life,

A being.

A heartbeat.

A body.

Then you’re born.

Oblivious.

Depended.

Nurtured.

But there was love.

It might have been the right time.

The wrong time.

But there was love.

You are magic.

A miracle to be here.

You are loved.

There is love for you.

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