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“ Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Blood was shed,
But still I love you.

Poppies are redder,
Irises more blue,
Certainly I'm no better,
Than a foul of you. ” — Ew. Me.

I hate a lot of things, but I love a lot more.
I'm full of anger, but even more of sorrow.
I love as much as I despise.
But I'm sincere, and that's enough.