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Can we live without death?
Can we love without hate?
Can we want without need?
Do we ever really live enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other? 
That a concept has no meaning without an opposing force.
If hate is what’s inside us, and hate it what defines us, then we will use our hate to drive us, and let death not deprive us. 
Do we want this or do we need this?
You can always rinse the surface but the stain will remain.