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Trusting isn’t easy,
For those who’ve been hurt before.
All it takes, is to fall,
Right back through that door.

Mistrust creeps back in,
like darkness in the night.
All your reassurances, won’t dissuade,
these thoughts and frights.

The only thing, that will ease my mind,
Is knowing you’re around.
But when you’re un-con-tact-able,
In these hazy thoughts I drown.

The fault was never yours,
It always has been mine.
Trust, I must,
But trust, I can’t,
Until the end of time. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023



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