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Hate

A short poem...i wrote it when i was seven, let me know what you think.

Hate, it courses through my veins like a poison.
It changes me, leaving my fangs to bleed it onto my skin.
I love the fire like sensation it sends through my body.
Yet I cannot express the pain it leaves with me.

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