Some people say that there will be karma in the past and present lives. So, if there is an afterlife, I hope not to meet you again, because I am afraid that in the next life I will hurt you just like you hurt me. I don't want to see you hurt, because I will be more hurt than you.
When love changes its taste, it becomes a kind of bondage, which strangles the beloved like invisible shackles, layer by layer, bit by bit, getting tighter and tighter and harder, until you can't breathe.
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