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hatred is a seed it sits, perched, in your soul roots it can break open when it does, the small tentacles stretch, they uncurl, latch on like a parasite they weave, curving like lines on a map take complete control your soul is hatred, you act not of your own will, but of that of hate love is a seed, much the same, to the eye, as the seed of hate. it, too may be broken, if you allow. it perches near its small neighbor, hate when it is opened, its soft, gentle, feathery fingers spread, warm the cold, empty holes in your cold, lonely soul. it brings light to darkness your soul will be love love will be your path, transform your being. choose love.