betrayal
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He was the confessional without the collar. No stained glass. No wooden booth. No priest waiting patiently on the other side of a little brass screen. Just a telephone that was almost always on speaker and a man who could never keep his sins inside his own mouth. Behind closed doors, they poured out. The…
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People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…
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There is stone that reads throw me sitting on a random shelf. Nobody remembers who put it there. That is the strange part. It isn’t decorative. It isn’t polished enough to belong beside the books, candles, and little porcelain angels collecting dust beneath the stained-glass window. It is an ordinary gray stone. Heavy. Cold. Imperfect.…
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I do not care to be liked. That sentence alone terrifies people more than rage ever could. Because people can handle anger. They can handle drama. They can handle someone screaming, crying, throwing chairs, posting paragraphs online like a wounded raccoon fighting for emotional custody of its own bad decisions. But a person who genuinely…
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Everybody worries about enemies. The loud ones. The jealous ones. The fake pages watching your stories at two in the morning like it is a full-time position with no benefits. People spend years looking over their shoulder for attacks coming from the outside. Meanwhile the real danger is sitting across from them asking if they…
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There’s a certain kind of code people swear by when they’re knee-deep in bad decisions. Not the kind your grandma taught you. No, this is the back-alley, whispered-at-2AM, don’t-text-me-that kind of “honor.” The kind that sounds noble until you realize… everyone involved is still stealing. But sure. Let’s talk about the principles. Because nothing says…
