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Resentment 

I hate him. I despise him.” Fear. Anger. Resentment. They all bubbled up to the surface as she clenched her fists, her knuckles as white as the most perfect snowfall.

“You shouldn’t hate them, nor resent. Yes. He did you wrong and he is not the last one to do so. But people who do wrong are the ones who need love most. Always love unconditionally. Always live with the ability to forgive. To move on. Not only for them, but for yourself as well.”

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Life lessons. ♡

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