January 31, 2009
It feels so good,
but only for a while,
Slowly remorse comes.

It never lasts or lingers,
Never haunts or torments,
Always it gives way.

Our nature is good,
We cannot resist,
Conscience alone saves us.

For only the heartless,
The desolate and lonely,
Only in them true hate does reside.

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