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my hate is not a match burning out in a flash my hate is not random nor unfocused and undisciplined my hate is glacial cold and pure it's patient it cuts jagged waiting silent friction scraping inch by inch the pieces fall around us It shapes who I am.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
my hate
my hate is not a match burning out in a flash my hate is not random nor unfocused and undisciplined my hate is glacial cold and pure it's patient it cuts jagged waiting silent friction scraping inch by inch the pieces fall around us It shapes who I am.
wesley-williams
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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