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Why do I wear it all? Maybe it's the sorrow, sadness, pain, or rejection from days, weeks, years ago. The painful, icy, cold shoulder from a once-friend--day after day, week after week. The memory of that anonymous letter that tore me to the core--alienating, damaging, unfriendly, filled with finger-pointing accusations and pride. The time I reached out my hand to say, "I'm sorry, please forgive me," and I was ignored in return. The memory of it all just crash-lands in my Cheerios and I cannot forget...force it from my mind...let go...think of anything else. Rejected. Alone. Sorrowful.
Remember that moment when the serpent said to Eve, "Did God really say?" That moment...the one tailor-made for her and whispered in her ear?