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Jul 2011
If hate is what's inside us,
then hate is what defines us.

We are ******.
We are taught to love everyone.
even our enemies.
what value does that put on love?

There is a war inside us.
We are the lost.
The sick.
The broken.
Annabel
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Annabel
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   ---, Elouise Roux and Luna Grey
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