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Love hate
I don't want to hate No, I don't. When has the Beloved Become the much hated? Attachment when crossed limits turns to possessiveness. Ruled by it, bitter becomes the mind Thoughts evil, conjure malice. I set to conquer the insidious By diverting thoughts injurious To the good and pleasant By words and deeds not vehement.
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