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Love is the red roses from valintines day, It tastes like the first bite of the juicy, red apple, It smells like perfume sprayed everywhere, It sounds like everyone getting along, It feels like hugging your friends, Love is the best way of friendship. Hate is everyone fighting, It tastes like the devils blood going down your throat, It smells like fuel going up your nose, It feels like sandpaper rubbing against your skin, Hate will cause you pain not only in your heart but in your mind.