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And coming to think about it, dont you think we are all made up of love? Arent the atoms and molecules making us up held together by the very force of attraction? If they didnt decide to adhere to each others soul would we exist? If the heart said to the mind 'My ego doesnt let me pump blood to your place' would we exist? And so all of them decided to be selfless but why? Aint it to sustain our soul? Aint it to fulfill our thirst? Now that we are basically made up of atoms of love lets just nourish one another by this gift we are abudanced with.
Shreeraksha Naik 

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