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~Syva
Love. Hate.
I've realised, only a thin invisible line exists between them.
It took half a year of despair and troubles.
Was it worthwhile?
Nope, not at all.
Finally, my heart is dead. No more hopes for this friendship, none at all.
Part of my past history, no longer in sync with my present and future.
And no, i'm not gonna venture into hate now.
I'm stepping on the thin line.
Before smth else happens and i fall off.
Into Love or Hate?
That depends.
It was a stab to my heart.
And you know it.
I wish, i can hear no evil.
"Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?" — Haruki Murakami (The Wind-up Bird Chronicle)
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