Heart doesn't count anymore, I was once told.
It doesn't matter how much you love a person- as long as you've hurt them, even unintentionally, you've hurt them.
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Just like how you'll still be charged of murder even if you didn't mean to run over that pedestrian.
Just like how you'll be accused of drug trafficking even if the baggage that stranger asked you to hold wasn't yours.
Just like how I'll have to pay the price for breaking your fragile heart- even though I never meant to approach it in that deep, dark corner.
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoetryWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
