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True hatred.
The hated person doesn't exist to you.
You want them to suffer so much.
You want to make them wish for death,
Something they will never reach.
They will suffer from your hatred,
Unable to escape from it.
Hate
The hated person isn't liked.
You want them to disappear.
You want to make them leave you alone,
Hoping they will stay out of your life.
They will go on knowing you hate them,
Without a care in the world.
True Hatred.
It's extremely rare for someone to feel it.
We all say we "hate" one another.
Our hate is weak.
It has no strength in it.
It is brought out by anger.
Feeling true hatred doesn't just happen,
There has to be a reason that stretches across the skies.
Something horrible,
Truly hated.
We all hate.
Hopefully we will never feel it..
True hatred.
The hated person doesn't exist to you.
You want them to suffer so much.
You want to make them wish for death,
Something they will never reach.
They will suffer from your hatred,
Unable to escape from it.
Hate
The hated person isn't liked.
You want them to disappear.
You want to make them leave you alone,
Hoping they will stay out of your life.
They will go on knowing you hate them,
Without a care in the world.
True Hatred.
It's extremely rare for someone to feel it.
We all say we "hate" one another.
Our hate is weak.
It has no strength in it.
It is brought out by anger.
Feeling true hatred doesn't just happen,
There has to be a reason that stretches across the skies.
Something horrible,
Truly hated.
We all hate.
Hopefully we will never feel it..
True hatred.
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Written April 8th, 2010
Was talking about hatred with Robyn,
Wrote this to make my meaning of hatred clear!
And.. I've always thought of this when someone said they hated someone.
Finally got it out into the open
Was talking about hatred with Robyn,
Wrote this to make my meaning of hatred clear!
And.. I've always thought of this when someone said they hated someone.
Finally got it out into the open
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Hmm i see. Thought trust me... I know true hatred.