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Just something random I wanted to put.


Submitted:Sep 28, 2008    Reads: 238    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Hate is a powerful possession.
Things seem gloom.
Nothing is ever real anymore.
Happy ever afters have always been a myth.
Time are tough,
Things get rough.
People start hating.
Things get out of control.
They can't hide what they wanted to.
They hurt the people they love the most.
And when the anger calms down,
They lose that person forever.
Hate is a feeling and always a killer.
Hate comes with paranoia,
Lost of truth and lost of reality.
When you hate for so long,
Life itself slowly falls away from your hands.
What would you do?
Continue to hide all those lies?
Continue to not stand up for yourself?
What ever happens...
Hate and feeling intertwine into a beast,
Ready to kill what ever it looks at.
Sense of love and caring is gone...
If the person who poses the beast doesn't like what its hearing,
It unleashes the beast immediately and strikes its pray.
What will kill the beast for good?
That special someone, happiness, peacefulness?
Maybe so.
But until then,
The beast lives....





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