September 9, 2011
Hatred is blood red and midnight black.
It tastes like seething anger and fiery cinnamon sticks.
It sounds like screaming, crying, and grieving people.
It smells like salty tears shed and vomit of despair.
It feels like anguish, pain, and upset stomachs.
Hatred is wrong.

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