Bring me hope on its silvery iridescent platter.
And I will throw the gems to reveal scratches.
Throw me into the sea of joy, warm and pleasing.
I will begin drowning under its unbearable weight.
Even beat me down, bare to the bloody bone, with your smiles and quaint laughter.
Even then will I recover from it, taking sadness and tears in convalescence.
I hope you learn this lesson.
That to hate, is to love something else.
To love, is to hate someone else
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