Hate

This is best definition of hate that I have ever heard.

The thing is, as much as I try not to let it affect myself, I see it everyday.
All around. We are an angry people. And getting angrier and angrier.
Until one day, it is just going to explode.

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I think... when one has been angry
for a very long time... one gets
used to it. Then it becomes
comfortable... like old leather.

And finally, it is so familiar
that one can hardly remember
feeling any other way.

But in the long run, we are the
ones who are damaged by that kind
of anger. We are. Not them.