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Just untrustworthy. I’ve seen the real you. Been inside it. Lived in the rooms you lied in. I wish I never trusted. Because trust isn’t real. It leaves you shattered. With the broken promises echoing off the walls of the person I used to be. When I think of you I can’t control the sudden numb that crawls up my throat and sits in my chest like a stone. Once you were everything. Now you’re nothing. A ghost with my fingerprints. If it were possible God, I hope it were possible you’d be long gone. Erased. Non existent. Like you did to me.