Have you ever looked Malice in the eye? Felt its cold stare seep through your skin as it ensnared your heart in a cold embrace? It’s an emotion unlike any other. Some mistake it for hatred, but I don’t believe so. Hatred is different, it doesn’t hide itself and it’s somewhat bold. Malice, might as well be a distant cousin, but nothing like Hatred. Hatred is the one often misunderstood. It knows no treachery and is validated at some point. However, one can’t speak the same for Malice.
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