Hate.
It is a part of me.
Part of my broken human design.
What do I do with it?
How do I overcome it?
With love.
But what happens when they are at odds at each other.
I used to believe only one could win.
Ah. The foolishness of youth.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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