I am a bag of hate, I cannot forgive, I cannot forget; the only thing I do is remember every wound in my destiny, every stumble on my path and that leads me to hate. Hatred is a fire that does not purify, only mortifies the soul ... it consumes me in my thoughts and destroys my life. Who knows, if the ones I loved hadn't left me behind, this sad existence would be more than a rotten sack of hatred ... or maybe I would have corrupted them. A bitter toast to a life that turned into hell in the end.
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