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Trust is a fickle thing,
It can be easily broken,
Once it is broken,
It's hard to repair again.
I gave my everything,
But it went to ashes,
Now, I am numb,
With, nothing else to provide.
The words you spoke,
Were so soothing to my ears,
Many promises,
And so many dreams to bear,
All those were,
Nothing but empty words,
Amidst your tug of war with your decisions,
You forgot,
How words bleed, hard.
I tried, till my soul crumbled apart,
Now here lies,
My corpse,
Stone-cold and bleeding out.
Paint me as the villain, darling,
For I don't really care.
You killed the little bit of love,
I had in my heart,
Stay or leave,
You're just a stranger.
-N
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