life-story of hatred..

The hatred like a baby is born and takes its time to grow. And from a child it grows into a strong young being and from that to a midle aged one. Then one day just like a grown old man it dies. Sometimes, few years after its birth and sometimes in its youth. Sometimes, it dies a natural death and sometimes, love kills it!

-the gypsy

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