Hate, Love, All the Same, Nothing to Everything and Back Again
Just a small poem that's somewhat Twilight-ish. If you derive a meaning out of it, please tell me. I'd love to know. And excuse the fact that the title's longer than the poem itself. This is what happens when you're bored and listening to Black Hole Sun by Sound Garden. Yep.
Okay, like I said, if you get a meaning out of this, tell me in a review. I have no idea whatsoever where it came from. And it's no particular style, just a weird little thing. I hope you take something with you. Besides immense hate for my horrible poetry skills. :P
1. Love, hate, nothing, and souls
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