Imagine living a life so empty you spend it listening for a slip, a stutter, a pause, a mispronounced breath from someone you claim to despise without properly vetting.
Waiting for that gotcha moment to post, to prove, to perform your hypocritical outrage for an audience of Pavlov dogs, salivating at the sound of another’s mistake.
Imagine needing someone else’s imperfection to feel your own reflection still matters.
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