It's quite surprising this feeling. It needs a darkened, mean heart to linger through time. No matter how ridiculous it might seem, the grudge bearers are poor people with no sense of future, lingering on to a painful distant past which anchors them, paradoxically offering them the purpose to keep going, to keep hating. Unfortunately, it drags their hearts through the mud, preventing them from letting go of all the shitty feelings they've packed.
Poor people, I dare say, for they live still, feeding on such a poor feeling. Poor people, I dare say, for their idea of superiority makes them weak and mean. Like this, they will always fail to be whole. And happy. Of course, in the end, it is never their fault.
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