After searching for the why in my terrible downfall, I noticed something. All the things that were given to me as blessings had become my idols.
My college eduction, my career, my apartment. Even my pet Holland Lop, if you can believe it.
Rest in Peace, Danish Del Rey. 😥
Oh yes, I loved my baby bun.
Everything I had been given, I took distinct pride in and credit for. I was so arrogant. I didn’t mind placing myself on a high pedestal. Until I realized what a b*tch the drop was.
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