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Sweet feeling of love or bitter feeling of hatred, both originate in our body, does not come from someone outside. You must be the master of your feeling to arouse. None is there to be account for. When you think you are in love you feel sweet, no matter you have seen him/her/Him or you have heard him/her/Him say anything to you. Anything belonging to him/her/Him stimulate your feeling because you have believed you are in love.
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