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Oct 2013
I feel this burning hate for you rush through my body.
I hate you! How dare you throw my book on the floor.
Then I pause,
aghast.
Do I really hate you just because you threw my book on the floor?
Or has this been pent up since the day I started to speak out?
Dark Smile
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