Hate and pardon the “F” bomb
Hate. I don’t get you. So many things are done in your name. So many things are done with you as the prompt and the excuse. But I don’t get it. I don’t get you hate. And I don’t want to.
I am not filled with hate so there are certain actions I don’t understand.
I don’t understand people expending and even creating energy to spew you in to other’s lives.
Please know, hate, that I don’t confuse you with anger. I get angry. And then I try to get past angry. I don’t get angry and look to turn it in to hate. I look for ways to get rid of anger so it doesn’t simmer in to a slow and rolling and killing boil.
I don’t even know how to respond to you. You surprise me when you are flung at me. I…
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