I dislike a lot, and quickly. I get angry a lot. I use the word 'hate' a lot. But I have never experienced hate enough to kill, hate enough to wish someone grievous harm or hate enough to be malicious on purpose. I do not know what it is like to experience such animosity, such seething revulsion, such hate towards anyone, regardless of how much I dislike so many people. I feel like the loser in every serious argument, regardless of who wins. When something pains me, my thoughts run more along the lines of suicide than of homicide. The only person I would ever intentionally, fatally injure is myself.
My heart, though rather disfigured on the exterior, is actually rather like a marshmallow on the inside.
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