stopjennicide
His beard was a salt pepper color. You could tell he'd been through much over the years. But you could also tell his light hearted nature from the smile lines that rest upon his face. He had spent 40 years on the force. He loved every second. But on that day, things would change.
The mist was blinding. I kept shinning my headlights to see the road. It was an intense night, I had never seen fog quite like this. I turned the corner up the road and suddenly I lost control. I couldn't see a thing! A small blur quickly ran across my line of vision and I swerved.
Hatred. Hatred was my poison. It filled me up, reaching every limb, until it consumed me. My thoughts, my actions, they were all an act of this poison that filled me. I couldn't stop it. Eventually it became all I am. I hated everything. I found no happiness. The only thing I took comfort in, was hatred.
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