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May 2016
trust, trust, trust —
how hard it is to gain,
how easy it is to break.

trust, trust, trust —
it was like letting you hold
a gun straight through my head
and believing that you,
you of all people,
wouldn't dare pull the trigger.

oh, but you did.
despite everything,
you still did — you chose to break me.

and ever since,
i didn't know
what trust meant anymore
trust was merely
just a word, empty to the core.
052716 ; 00:00.
l
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l  19/F/mars.
(19/F/mars.)   
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   Stephan
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