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I once hurt the one I loved. It cut me like a blade, but it hurt him like a bullet to the heart. What is my pain compared to his? I'm not the one to answer that question. My wound, however, is one that refuses to close. Every time I believe it has healed over, begun to scab, it's ripped open once again. I am well aware of what I have done. I hate myself for what I have done. I am not a cold hearted snake. I am not cold and unfeeling. Every word he says to me is like a knife to the heart.

I once had a best friend. Now I have a enemy who will not let me sleep in peace. I am happy, yet I fear the retribution of deeds I have done. This fear... it haunts me. Everything I do it overshadows. I will be abandoned, I will be lost. I will be hurt as much as I have hurt others. I am finally now in the position for this to happen, and it makes me feel a fear I have never felt before.

One day, karma shall have it's revenge on me and that day will be soon. I feel it in my heart; it is unavoidable. He will hurt me... and I will suffer. I will feel the way I have made so many others feel. That is my fate.