I wish I didnt have to walk past you and pretend you didnt exist. Or that I didnt know you. Or that I didnt want to stop you and say -- something. Maybe nothing.
I wont say 'it was meant to be this way.' Just the play of karma. And karma is alive and breathing. And eating your every thought and action. Maybe every moment of consciousness is a chance to do it right.
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So it goes.
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