Karma must be searching for me.
For making people cry first,
And then watching them like that, indifferently, with dry eyes, disgusted by the sight of their weakness.
For the lies I have told,
And then justifying it with the bullshit like 'I follow my heart.'
For the sanctimonious hypocrite I have been.
Karma shall find me once.
For She has always found me.
Just in case She shows my photo to you,
Reveal my whereabouts to Her.
I shall be ready.
Let it be over soon.
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