I struggle, and my fickle heart is pulled both ways,
now by love, now hate, but I think love wins.
I'll hate if I can do: if not, I love unwillingly.
So I can't live with you or without you
and don't seem to know my own mind.
Let me spread sail and enjoy the flowing breezes,
or, if I may not, to want what I'm forced to love.
P.Ovidius Naso (43 B.C. - 17 A.D.)
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