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6d
“What goes around… comes around.
Karma is like a boomerang — you throw it out, and sooner or later, it comes whipping right back to you. And the funny part? It always comes back harder than how you sent it.

You think you got away with it.
The lies, the betrayal, the way you turned someone’s pain into your entertainment.
You walk around with that smug little smirk, thinking life has forgotten, that God has somehow missed it.
But let me remind you of this: ‘Do not be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever one sows, that will he also reap.’ — Galatians 6:7.

You sowed cruelty. You watered it with arrogance.
You let it grow, thinking the harvest would never come.
But harvest day always comes.
And when it does, you won’t be reaping blessings — you’ll be choking on the bitter fruit of your own actions.

See, karma doesn’t knock politely.
She doesn’t send warnings.
She just shows up, sometimes slowly, sometimes all at once — and she hands you the bill for every damage you caused.
Every lie you spread, every trust you broke, every time you laughed at someone else’s downfall…
it’s all written down.
Luke 6:38 says, ‘For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.’
That means every cut you gave will be given back. Every wound you opened will be mirrored in your own life.

And here’s the thing — when karma comes, no one will save you.
Not your fake friends.
Not the people you manipulated.
Not the ones who cheered you on while you played the villain.
Because people remember the way you made them feel — and when the tide turns, they won’t throw you a rope. They’ll watch you sink.

So go ahead. Keep throwing that boomerang.
Keep thinking you’re untouchable.
But remember this — the farther you throw it, the harder it comes back.
And when it hits you…
I hope you remember every face, every voice, every soul you crushed on your way up.
Because that’s the soundtrack karma plays when she finally knocks on your door.”
the breaktime monologue
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the breaktime monologue  25/F/Wonderland
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