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Trust

Trust, I cannot Not him, Not my mind, My body, Or my heart. He makes me feel But I cannot, My mind longs for a knife, Not the pencil which this I write. My body begs, Begs for the pain But instead, The pain is given to my heart My heart which has mended, Then broke again My heart which now also Begs for The end.

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Date: 4/28/2020 2:37:00 PM
This poem of yours caught my eye, Ashton:-) It's stellar! Welcome to Peotrysoup, bud. Keep writing!
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Date: 4/26/2020 10:03:00 AM
I like it. I hope that you find the light!
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