Hatred is a disease. A cancer that spreads threw the body, dropping roots in your body's most vulnerable extremities. Eating away at your mind and decaying the heart. Converting you into a mindless progenitor of the hate virus. there are two types of Hate. One is curable, with the proper dosage of love, compassion and acceptance.This hate is the most common type, but the second is more malignant. A deep rooted hatred that is usually sparked at birth or repetitively drilled into they heads of the young. This hate comes in many forms, and for many reasons. Unfortunately I am infected with this disease called hate, and it is slowly killing me from the inside out. The cause, a little abstract noun called love. Love, a concept that is bigger than its self in its own being that provides explanation for the irrational thoughts of passion and care that flow threw our bodies. Ironically, in my special case of hatred, the cure (love) was the cause of my disease. It was either the love itself or the lack there of. But at any rate, my hatred has progressed to the point that i cannot correctly feel the treatment of love. Sadly, the people around me must suffer do to my in-receptivity to its healing powers. In a few years, possibly months, i will be completely unable to feel love, or express it, and without love, no matter how healthy i am, i will be dead. The term "dead man walking" will have had for-filed its purpose. It is too late for me, but for you there is still time. do not let hatred consume you, turning as cold heated as i am now. Spread love as the cure. the cure to hatred in all its forms.