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Jan 2015
If you could only believe
Every word that they speak
If only I trusted them
Like they trust me

But trust isn't given
Trust is earned
It's far from a handout
It's something you learn

Some trust easily
Others not so much
Trust can be broken
As soon as it's hurt

So believe I trusted once before
But trust is a path
I'd rather not follow
At the end of the lane
Is a heart that's been swallowed

At the end of the lane
Is a heart stuck in sorrow
Trust is an issue
Trust is a game

Trust was my friend
Now my enemy

Breannah Cross
Breannah Cross
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Breannah Cross  Woodruff
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