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People say hate is a wasted emotion, a destructive force you can do nothing useful with. They’re wrong. I’ve gripped rage, I’ve wielded it like a weapon.
‘Sometimes you embrace anger, because . . . because it’s warm, when all around you turns cold.’
He wishes me pinned like a butterfly: beautiful to display, firmly in my place. Without life.
