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We twist in the grip of our own prejudices. The valleys of our hatred have become a part of our scars that has a throbbing bitterness, that impairs our vision and numbs our heart. Our lives divided by this fissure into one half looking for a way out of hostility and other half feeding on it.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
Divided Heart
We twist in the grip of our own prejudices. The valleys of our hatred have become a part of our scars that has a throbbing bitterness, that impairs our vision and numbs our heart. Our lives divided by this fissure into one half looking for a way out of hostility and other half feeding on it.
nayana-nair
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
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