Trust
I never knew what trust was, until I broke it. We never see how beautiful trust is, until it's no longer there. Trust is like a vase, if it breaks, it surely can be fixed but it won't ever be the same again. Hold onto trust, because trust is rare, a simple mistake can lead to a tear. How can one see trust? it's the eyes that speak, the heart and soul. Never break ones trust. Within a second, years of trust crumbles. Hold onto trust like you hold onto life, fight, to let your trust survive.
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