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*When the heat from your hatred has burned out, what more will you have left; but coals?*
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
Hatred's fire.
*When the heat from your hatred has burned out, what more will you have left; but coals?*
Don't let it consume you.
ravanna-dee
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
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