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Hate, Love, All the Same, Nothing to Everything and Back Again

Summary:
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.

Notes:
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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Soul

So small

So precious

Beautiful

Everything

Seeing, believing

Knowing all

Nothing

Love

Pain, growing

No boundaries

Cold

Hate

The world

Becoming more

Love