Life is not a rehearsal to implicate
pain, consciously and unconsciously,
for you'll be sorry. There's a payback
for every fool things you scary and
your life, a misery.
People who love to hate, is the
reflection of one, who hate himself.
Let haters hate and karma will
handle and take over their fate.
Weighing now what you did, God
forbid.
Treat others the way you would like
to be treated, that hate is not what
you get. Breaking the silence is not
to give revenge, but for haters to
destroy their hate.
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