How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

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Despite the widespread hatred and despise among people, I was surprised to realize that they still harbored love for me. This paradox revealed how complex human emotions can be, where even in negative environments, affection can persist unnoticed by others.

It was a strange realization that amid hostility, my presence still evoked feelings of love. This insight made me reflect on the unpredictable nature of human relationships and the way love...

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