Hate Is My Haven

Hate Is My Haven

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Silent screams echoed the empty hallway. Ohia Mullete was haunted by danger's icy fingers, tracing her soul. Hate was her haven. Loathing kept her alive. It was the essence of her soul that stroked anger's monstrosity. Nobody ever bothered to peel the hardened surface of Ohia's iron-bark heart. What lies beneath her soul? Love or Hatred? Loyalty or Betrayal? Scars or Trophies? Forgiveness or Mercilessness? Read as Ohia's hatred unravels into a journey written by the works of emotion. ....... The art of the spirit must be painted on a canvas of purity. What is created is the masterpiece of the soul. The artist is life. It brushes against the canvas with inevitability. We are all abstract paintings. We may not be understood but we all hold beauty within ourselves. May life's artwork paint our souls with detail and precision, For we all die alone. For we all die with memories. May these memories live forever, haunting the Earth forever more.
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I gave everything really gave everything. But what did come out? Accusations! Supposedly I'm the traitor. Always smile always friendly, get as many contacts as possible be like a sponge that sucks up any sadness. But in the end it didn't help. Everyone believed it and not me. Throughout my childhood, books were my friends. Since I could hold a pen, I've been painting. Since I was able to form my first words, I have been writing. That was what my passion was. But now I'm being accused because of it. Society took away everything and left me with pen and paper and now it took that also away. I was accused of being a traitor because if my beloved analyses about heroes. And I had so many people who could stand by me, who had evidence that. But in the end they turned their backs on me just to have fun watching me suffer. What if I turn the tables? You want a villain you get one. Not that it was somehow my will but I accept what I get. A trait I had to learn because I was quirkless I can't afford to say anything against it. The time we parted dear fiends is because I was a villain in your eyes now we meat when I am a villain in my eyes.

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