I hate my hate, though I love my love.
And I despise my regret.
I feel warmth for my wants
And disappointment in my failures.
I feel coldness in my guilt,
Fury in my jealousy,
And power in my pride.
These feelings bombard me,
Often daily.
I yearn to escape them,
But,
Our emotions make us human
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