to be wrong

always assumed that the rug
would be pulled out from under me
that the loves i enjoyed
would turn into a joke
that the family I covet
would fall apart
that the moments I held most dear
would be proven false
the friends
just hecklers
from some imaginary peanut gallery
with their own best interests
at heart

and I am humbled to be able to say
that (thankfully)
I have continued
to be wrong

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