He asked her to stop hating. She couldn't do it

Father to mother. She couldn’t stop because hating is power to the powerless.

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I used to hate the people I thought were tormenting me. I wanted to get revenge. Slowly once on the meds I realized that no one was there. So now it is just bad memories that I will eventually go away.

I hate the kid on the seat behind me on the tram. He keeps slamming his little twig body into the seat back.