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Blame

when it happened, when s/he did it, for those that considered themselves to have known him/her, it devastated, because death is for the living, any way you slice it--- and this particular death had been coming for quite some time--- it had been gaining momentum & though the eyes watching began to multiply, no one did a thing to change the way the dice were falling--- there was more talk behind her/his back, but not a word was said directly--- it was as if they all were happy to be watching a car crash in slow motion--- and while waiting for the carnage to come, nobody flinched, nobody revealed even an iota of self-awareness, knowing full well that when it was too late, that the blame would be a constant reminder of just how horrible it is to be human.

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