Which one am i?
Am i blinded by my own rage, or, am i paralysed from your brutal hatred of me.
Has corruption and fornication covered my eyes with a veil of deception, or has the plundering of my 'humanship' left me in dire straights of carriage.
Now, i wonder, is it my hatred for hatred killing me or am i killing myself by ever bearing the weight of hatred upon my shoulders?
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