Life is based on just one crux.
It is trust, trust and just trust.
So easy to defile.
For it is most fragile.
Trust gives me passion to strive.
The power that will make me thrive.
For those, who don’t understand.
There’s no second chance, they are completely banned.
Yeah! To get it straight.
If the trust ablates.
For sure, rest is in dire straits.
YES! I'm not that fussed!
Why do you have to be so cussed?
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