If say that you took someone's heart and played with it as if it is Play-Doh and tossed it into the dustbin; you made the person whom owns the light that you are addicted to to recall his dark memories and caused a shallow river to run; you turned a breath-taking garden into clumps of shrub and mold; you turned your oh-so cement hard perspectives and principles into dandelions so light that a mild breeze could've blown them away; you cut your smiles and pasted on bloody frowns instead;you ran across the Asia from the drama your life; you produced more sugar-coated BS than Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory you turn simple sentences into hyperbolic fictions;

what would you do next?