Mask

Ah, the intricate dance of duplicity and emotional subterfuge. Individuals who, with impassioned fervor, weave narratives about others, often exhibit a proclivity for manipulating sentiments to serve their ulterior motives. Their disingenuous eloquence, a symphony of deceit, seeks to ensnare the unwitting, casting defamation upon the innocent. Such individuals, adept in the art of emotional manipulation, craft a web of falsehoods, ensnaring the unsuspecting within its intricate untruths. Their fabrications, delivered with a disarming fervor, aim to sow discord and tarnish reputations, casting shadows upon the virtuous. In their relentless pursuit of self-preservation, they employ the weapon of emotional deceit to shield themselves from the scrutiny of truth. Such is the way of the emotional sociable. Do I seek to understand them, do I forgive? Or do I simply always remember and stay weary forevermore? Is the desire of friendship genuine, given the never ending pattern? The mixture of our flawed humanity, drugs, and emotions make it so this never ends but always perpetuates. Lies when away, friendly when present. I seem to have lost where I was going with this now, so I shall cut it short hypothetical reader.