Dec 2nd, 2001

Hatred is not a sickness, it's the truth some came admit. 

Hatred is not wickedness, it's what goes to those that don't fit. 

Hatred is the hopefulness that death can be fought. 

Hatred is the luckyness that love can be bought. 

Hatred is the wishfulness that makes you wanna get up and fight. 

Hatred is the hopelessness that things will be alright. 

Hatred is the thoughtfulness of those that stab you in the back. 

Hatred is the carefulness with all the things you lack. 

The End

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