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someone said once that men grow old, and tired, and lonely, and it's wrong to hate them anymore. but i disagree, because you may be old, and tired, and lonely, but you carry your hatred like a well-worn pack, and i carry the scars that you ground into me with your hard words and hard hands and hard heart. one day, perhaps, i will not hate you - but it will not be because of you.