A grudge is like a pustule
A nuisance causing us a little pain,
But if we feed it and try to keep it
It may turn into hatred
Which is more like an abscess
Causing not a little pain
But major discomfort and fever.
Empathy,
trying to understand,
and forgiveness
are the magical ointments
for a miraculous cure
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