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The Three Chosen Emotions

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   From the depths of undead love comes hatred. The kind of hatred that means to kill.  To tear you to pieces and feel your blood. And yet does it? No. It just hides inside of you, waiting for the right moment, the right moment to pounce and destroy. The tiny thought, being, that needs to devour.
   Inside love is the heart. The beginning of your being, your soul. Your love brings with it power, the power to see. To see clearly, clearly enough to cover up white and taste black. The end of the road is near, yet you cling on, never leaving, never saying goodbye. For love is the power of your your heart, of your blood.
   And yet deep down in your mind you find an escape. An escape from everything, and escape from the world. The truth of your soul in full blossoming unwinds itself from the grasp of terror, from the grasp of death. The eternal feeling of life awakens.
   So forever twirling, you linger. Forever singing, you pause. And forever staring at the part you lost. The part of the whole being, the hatred, heart, and soul. Forever lost. Forever falling.
Random, but full of thought. :)
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