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Literature
Love and Hate I thought I loved only to realize,
I haven't hated,
until I did.
Then, it was all the same to me. Love and hate.
Actually, I would've preferred it if you sincerely hated me.
At least in one way,
I would've been sure how sincere the feelings were.
With love, you just never know...the amount, strength, durability.
Hate, however, is timeless, endless, once you start hating on something, someone, it never truly goes away. You either hate them, that, all the time or you swallow the hate and turn a bit more bitter each time you do so.
Each time, you become a bit worse of a person than you used to be,
than you remember yourself to be.
Eventually, by hating them and that, you start hating yourself. After that, no amount of love, from them and that can help you.
Not even your love can help you, your love towards the world and yourself.
You're ruined.
So, when you ask me, again and if you do ask me, what's stronger, love or hate, know that once I've loved every creation of this world only to get
