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[bodytext] => I took my broken pain and laid it in a cradle; I hid it from the world in the dark corners of my secluded dwelling, caressed it tenderly, and fed it bite sized bits of anger and contempt, until it blossomed the most beautiful hatred I have ever known. It stretched forth vines -gnarled and twisted- with barbed thorns that clung to my every limb; enshrouding me in a dark and comfortable nirvana. How I hate how much I love my hatred; the only genuine gift I can give freely. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 13 [informant] => nightwolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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