Love

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Day: 01

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It burns with the ache of a thousand suns, intensity of a million moons. It makes a man deranged in a sane way, making him ignore the bad, forget the good. It is always there. It may lay dormant, waiting. Waiting patiently to spring up and over whelm its host. It mixes up the good, the bad, ignorance, fear. It is always there. No one, no matter how evil or naive, can get rid of it. It is a part of society, a part of who we are.

It is sought after.

It is cherished.

It is love.  

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