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Feb 2020
Trust,
It to be so,
Don't let it be the end you know,
I tried,
You tired not to trust,
While I trusted,
And that messed up what could be love between you and me,
And I rushed it,
And you crushed it,
We had it but now they are embers,
Burning our fingertips,
And we are dust,
We are completely gone over mistrust,
That wrecked this thing we called love.
Written by
Mary-Joy  25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust
(25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust)   
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