There are “people who care” and then there are “people”. Just people. Whom we try so hard to please. As if our life depends on it. Taking for granted the other set that cares for us. Unconditionally. Irrespective of how we trample upon their feelings. Because we are too busy caring about people who don’t give a dime about you. That couldn’t be love. Just pretence. And you forget to give love back to those who gave you loads of it.
When life gives us our report card, I wonder what she will put on it.
Subject
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number
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grade
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People whom you hurt
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People whom you judged
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People whom you cheated
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People for whom you nurtured hate
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People you took for granted
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People to whom you were unjust
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People whom you loved
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People whom you helped
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People whom you forgave
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People to whom you gave without expectations
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Will I be able to secure a pass or will I get an “F” ?
