I always hate people who wrote incomprensible poetry for their LJs.
I hate them almost as much as I hate the people who hate my hatred.
Their can be no joy without sorrow.
No love without hatred.
But no one tollerates the intollerant.
They won't tollerate me.
I have no tollerence for nausea.
Nothing gained.
A dinner nearly lost.
More pain.
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~ashley middle~
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