There are times when it seems that I feel such hate for the human race, the trees despair running down my veins.They all wish them ill, wanting them to go and stop these wars that they wage on their mothers face.Rivers of blood that drip down her hair and she continues to cry so hard,
'When will they stop?"
She asks.But her question is deaf to their ears and the years go on filled with....desolation of the soul of the dearest element who dared to care for a doomed race.
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"And to those who wonder and think that it may concern,
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."