Hate is a common wealth, everyone has an abundance of. Hate is distributed like cards in a poker game.
Hate is thrown across the room, and caught by an unsuspecting individual with nothing but positivity and lovely love.
A common wealth that kills spirits, nothing special. A commonwealth that that punches people in the face to get them to listen to their flaws, their self hatred.
A moment of realization. A moment of death. A moment of daze. A kid is wander of hope and deprivation. A sad, small heart in search of candid being, with courage and liveliness.