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Hate: Oh, So Beautiful by Aidyn Alexander Prentice
Hate keeps me going,
Hate is what I sought.
Hate keeps me knowing,
Hate is what you've brought.
Hate keeps returning,
Hate is my sheltered hand.
Hate keeps me burning,
Hate is the hot iron that on my heart it brands.
But perhaps my hate blinds me too.
Maybe it also drags me down to keep my world blue.
But blue or gray,
To hell with today,
Perhaps I'll change tomorrow,
Or perhaps I'll drown in my sorrow.
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