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Intro. You, you snake in the grass, you were always there, a shadow in my periphery, a faint, irritating hum in the symphony of my ambition. I saw you, sipping your casual drinks, exchanging easy jokes with the very man whose approval I craved, whose attention I fought for with every fiber of my being. And I dismissed you. A mistake, a fatal oversight, that now sits like a lead weight in the pit of my stomach. You didn't just take my promotion; you took my future, my effort, my very reason for being. And then, as if to salt the wound, you invaded the last sanctuary I thought I had, my home, my marriage, turning it into a stage for your final, cruel triumph. You, of all people, stood between me and everything I thought I worked for.

Mark Thorne

@Arin Chatterjee