June 1, 2010
Hatred is like a fierce black cloud.
It sounds like a ROARING lion about to POUNCE.
It tastes like bitter lemonade in the summertime gaping in your throat.
It smells like a burning fire on a HOT stove.
Hatred is a sickening stomach virus scratching inside of you.

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