Forged in battle and pain, I should have been harder than steel, but instead I discovered my true purpose was softness. Moving through the blood-soaked fields, I heard the cries of anguish and said no more to their pain and suffering. I dropped the sword I had been given and picked up the hearts ripped from their owners, placed them back in their rightful chests, and gave them life again.
Moving away from war and fear, I found that the more love I gave, the more connected I felt to humanity. People have always been so funny—little robots running around, doing as they're told—but give them a bit of yourself along with a healing dose of unconditional love and watch them warm, glow, and blossom. So I give as much as I can, reflecting any love I receive back on those who dare to love me.
Occasionally, the blood and pain from battles fought, still living deep within me, fight to break free from the cage I've trapped them in. Like a wounded wild animal, they fight to be let free, to attack those who most deserve it. If this side of me could simply stick to those not worthy of my grace, I could let it roam free. But that's never the case.
Because as much as love and hate feel like two sides of the same coin, they rarely live in equal balance. Letting one live suffocates the other. Hate breeds hate. Love breeds love. My original purpose may have been pain and suffering, but I've opted for love and kindness in hopes that one day I'll never again be the source of war.
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