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Love

Actually we created it, love without realizing it. When we could think, when our minds held more than just primal instincts, our thoughts were born. And with these thoughts came our emotions: Greed, hate, pain, joy and yes, even love. If we were simple beasts with no thoughts, then we wouldn't be able to feel love. But we're not simple brutes. We're creatures who can think and feel things that very few other species can. Yet, if love is born from thought, does that mean that when a wild mother risks her life for her offspring, that that's not love? That sacrificing oneself for another isn't driven by love, even amongst animals? Or perhaps their will to live, the will for their species to not end is just too vast, that the animals simply sacrifice their one life, so that their offspring, many more lives may live and continue with that one race. But we refuse to accept it as we wish to believe that love, if anything is the one thing that's real.

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