You've taught me a lesson. A cold, hard one with warm, passionate love. I'm happy because of your presence- not because you make me happy, but because you've taught me a lesson. Made me wiser. Smarter. Better.
But now I'm wondering, is the lesson worth the pain?
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Even though you've made me learn, mature, grow so much, I guarantee I wouldn't meet you if I could start over. I don't want the lesson, no matter how valuable it is.
The cost is too great.
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoesíaWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
