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Hatred turns everything beautiful disastrous, even the most beautiful swans will end up as ugly ducklings. Hatred brings nothing but harm. It's time I let go of my hatred for him. Time will allow this hatred buried inside me diminishes, won't it? 

It's always mind over matter, isn't it? If he doesn't matter, I won't mind. So why the hell am I hating him so much, so much so that I couldn't recognise myself in this state anymore? Perhaps it isn't hatred, it's a strong want of mine who wants him out of my sight, out of my life.