Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it. — Heather Demetrios, Something Real
Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it. — Heather Demetrios, Something Real
Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it. — Heather Demetrios, Something Real
Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it. — Heather Demetrios, Something Real
Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it. — Heather Demetrios, Something Real
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Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.

— Heather Demetrios, Something Real
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