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my leg is being called to run away from car bombs and falling buildings, while my other leg is being called to kick. my arm is stretching to point to chalkboards and write in gradebooks, whereas my other arm is stretching to lay out fabrics. my mouth yearning to speak in other languages is being called to lecture as well... and alas, my dear brain... with phones off the hook with calls, has yet to become fried with everything its enduring.
on another thought...what would hate be defined as?
on another thought...what would hate be defined as?