Love is hard
to explain-
it just takes
over, like
the best
disease.
Hate is easier-
you know that
it is a poison,
something that
takes over
slowly, more
and more every
second.
Hate is found
everywhere,
so how much
is love worth
when hate is the
only thing
for sell?
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