An adamant dislike for anything,
One keeps as a reminder...
With a convincing done to others,
They too should adopt such a philosophy.
Does more for the stunting of growth.
Since it is from their dislikes,
No one makes a move to leave.
And if they do...
The distance from it is not far.
It is as if there is a need to continue feeding,
Upon their displeasures.
And what is disliked is kept in one's sight,
To ensure a movement done...
Isn't experienced by anyone.
And that stagnation becomes eventually evident.
To allow convenient tours to be taken frequently,
Through old neighborhoods.
To validate one's hatred.
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