People may walk side by
But animosity lies deep within one another
People are selfish creatures, preying on the weak and bowing to the strong
When will hate fall and love spring?
Emotions run wild when I see people at first glance
Sometimes when I’m in bed I think of faceless dozens
I’m surprised at how much I love them
Those intimate to me don’t compare to the love I have for strangers
Needless to say, I hate people—I love strangers
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