Would trust come to me as quickly as you left me or could I actually manifest the situation of you slowly unraveling from my broken-hearted psyche—
In which I'd see you at times, you were too proud of your past fulfillments. I on the other hand, was too serious when it came to my ingénue side..
I didn't really trust well anymore. I No one would after feeling useless and unimportant; an abyss of altered truths really changes one.
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoetryIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
