Love is chosen, but hate can be planted...

No one can ever make you love anything or anyone without your soul’s consent. Love waits for a nod from within. It cannot be commanded, only invited. Hatred seeps in through cracks fed by fear, fueled by noise, and often mistaken for strength. You don’t always choose it. Sometimes, it chooses you.

Love is chosen. Hate can be planted. You’ve been informed.

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