Hatred. An emotion you fill me with
when you act against me.
When you act not for your self
but for my loss, to see me sad.
Aware of the anger in your body, enveloped.
I succumb to your mood, your temperament.
A violent loathing apparates for the moment,
yet a passive nonchalance resides.
The future is yet to come,
let us wait in peaceful reside.
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