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I wasn’t part of it

Or so I thought.

I only watched from the edges.

How did this happen?

Why am I hurt?

Ever the cheerleader,

Offering support

With a forced smile.

And a needy heart.

That long ago neglect

Haunts me, trips me.

Ugly insecurities

Turning friendships

Into pillars of salt.

Red Herring

An adaptation of coincidence, what does that mean? It means whatever you’re capable of understanding. It means whatever is convenient. It means whatever you want it to mean. Me? I think I smell a fish.

Confusing with its strategic and simultaneous intersections at single points acting in conjunction, used to operate multiple conditions at the same time.

En masse abandonment, orchestrated under the guise of whatever superior judgment enacted as a backward or sidewise truth. Subtly disguising the true nature of the betrayal, after all, they do know best.

Nazi Germany embraced it, the Pat Robertson’s and Jerry Falwell’s of the world embrace it. Must be true, right? The only truth in deception is in the execution.

Beware of the wool over your eyes lest ye buy it.