BROKEN TRUST
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Ongoing, First published Feb 25, 2024
"'Broken Trust' is a poem that explores feeling let down and deceived. It talks about growing up and realizing that the people you thought cared about you actually didn't. The poem expresses the sadness of understanding that their kindness was just an act. It reflects on the feeling of being alone and uncared for, even though others pretend to care. 'Broken Trust' speaks to the universal experience of discovering that some relationships are not as genuine as they seem, and finding the strength to move forward despite the hurt."
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