juswt words when thrown around without the true sweet taste of unadulterated haterd. the kind of hate that wakes you up in the middle of the night because your dream was so painfully vivid and beautiful because you could smell the blood. hate is an art that can't be used in blanket terms, it's specific, utterly personal, something to reach for then hold on to with a steel grip that Death couldn't pry from your hands. hate makes you smile, whole, pure.
I HATE YOU:-)
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