There comes a time in every life when you do realize that you have broken something that was important in another person's life. You just go and hack it with the nearest saw. Easy. You see the blood shed. You silently weep yet outwardly laugh.
To realize that you killed someone is one thing. Sometimes its unintentional. Sometimes its intentional. But living with oneself knowing that you violated someone 'unknowingly' is a killer. Someone died some more today. I killed some more of me.
Unfortunately living with a violation is a curse. Be it rape, murder, or killing something as basic as a person's values- living with it is difficult. For both the victim and the instigator. Realization is a killer.
Sometimes the truth is best left untold. Sometimes carrying baggage is easy.
To realize that you killed someone is one thing. Sometimes its unintentional. Sometimes its intentional. But living with oneself knowing that you violated someone 'unknowingly' is a killer. Someone died some more today. I killed some more of me.
Unfortunately living with a violation is a curse. Be it rape, murder, or killing something as basic as a person's values- living with it is difficult. For both the victim and the instigator. Realization is a killer.
Sometimes the truth is best left untold. Sometimes carrying baggage is easy.
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