Loathe
It's a familiar feeling,Not one of hate,But not one of love,Not one of passion,Nor a sense of peace,But a blend of built-up, unexpressed emotions,Mixed with a hint of despair.It's a feeling of wanting control,Yet the other makes it difficult,A mixture of rage with a blind of patience,
The thing I loathe.
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