hate
To be truly hated by someone can be seen as the highest form of recognition, it rumbles out of a person from the deepest darkest points of their eternal being. I say this because to truly hate someone takes a quantitative mixture of unyielding care and devotion with a persice amount of tragedy and sudden emptiness. This equation inverts love and produces hate. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, hence the purer the hate the more intense the love had to be to to create that hate. I hate you Samantha. I truly and utterly hate you.
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