Survival of the Fittest

I've figured out why I am so upset.  You were my friend.  I trusted you.  I believed in you.  I respected you and your work.

And then you turned away from me toward the bright lights and forgot how much I had meant to you.

Or maybe you never noticed.

But I did.

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