Not Within the Realm of Reasonable Expectations
If You Have No Home for Hate, You Have No Home for Love Either
Try to expel hate, and it will wander, scavenging for scraps, surviving by any means necessary, wounds festering, world-weariness feeding a determination that has become destiny, identity, a crutch to lean upon while staggering on, surrounded by chaos.
...that knowing when to let go of people who have already let go of you is good. Actually letting them go and moving on is better.