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I want to make a place for my hate, because it's new and awkward, shiney but uncertain. I want to know where it belongs when I wake up in the dark and can't see, but can find those things I need by feel and by memory.
It's like a lens I can look through and filter away the illusions that love or care weaves around those who are just ... human. And fallible. And false. I want to learn how to use it, so I won't hurt, and so I won't hurt them with my adoration or presumptions.
People aren't gods. They're just people. Put someone on a pedestal, and they'll look for the quickest way to get off, even if it destroys the perceptions or hearts of those who built the thing in the first place.
Hate is useful. And it's just an emotion.
It's like a lens I can look through and filter away the illusions that love or care weaves around those who are just ... human. And fallible. And false. I want to learn how to use it, so I won't hurt, and so I won't hurt them with my adoration or presumptions.
People aren't gods. They're just people. Put someone on a pedestal, and they'll look for the quickest way to get off, even if it destroys the perceptions or hearts of those who built the thing in the first place.
Hate is useful. And it's just an emotion.