To who it may concern

You quietly know who you are.....

Believing and repeating lies whispered by an anonymous crackhead on a stolen phone is not just blatant ignorance, it is a quiet form of betrayal..

Proof that noise was trusted over truth.

In choosing rumor without a face over relationships with history, loyalty is replaced by spectacle and discernment by impulse.

What truly destroys friendships is not.... the lie itself, but the willingness to let something unverified and cowardly outweigh years of shared reality.

When in truth I was burying my father.

In that moment, trust doesn’t shatter loudly...it erodes, as people realize they were less valuable than a story that required no courage to tell and no responsibility to believe.

This will mean nothing to you for your depth remains nonexistent....all it means to me is closure.

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