Paradox
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How is it possible, To hate what you love so much? How can it be, to want to be caressed, And then to loathe the touch? It's like a flower, loving Nature, Feeding it the sun, Hating Nature, freezing the flower, Withered gone and done. It's like being born, Out of a living mother's womb. But to be living with her, Is like living in a tomb. To want to feel love, Without feel insane, But when you finally get it, It's the cancer in your brain. The need to please God, To see your Maker's face. But for you to see it, You must meet Death's cold embrace. The need to breathe in everything, To live your life and such, But how in the world is it possible, To hate what you love so much?
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