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Sep 2017
I have a problem,
I trust people easily and too much,
I believe every word spoken by them,
My heart every word touch,
For me love is to trust a person blindly,
Knowing they will not harm you,
And be there from you like family,
But now I have trusted one to many,
And each and everyone has broken me,
Now the harsh reality I see,
I can never trust anyone,
Not even me.
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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     R Arora, Nico Julleza and Keith Wilson
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