Because of hatred, I learned darkness, and I became someone other than myself.
Because of her, I learned to love.
But when I learned the truth decades ago, I began to escape from this relationship between love and hate.
The scars on my face are not as good as the scars on my heart.
In fact, I don't want to make myself a terrible person.
Suddenly I understood that people with hatred should not have love.
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Because of her, I rekindled my desire to love.
Because of her, I felt warm again.
But when I learned the truth about a secret, I knew I was not worthy of her.
I don't care about the scar on her perfect face, I only care about whether I can wash away the scar in her heart.
Maybe people who belong to the darkness should no longer pursue the light.
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But we all want to try, try to redeem each other, try to let go of the past, and try to see the light again.
Try to break down the stronghold in your mind. Try to heal that scar.