Trust
Call my name, doesn't mean a thing, you dont understand what it means to be me, no place to hide nowhere to speak, I sure as hell can't act weak. Everyone knows my name but do they really know me, I keep things inside but to what degree? Don't act like you care, because you don't, all I want is someone who will listen not snoop around & poke. Trust is fradgile, it takes years to earn but a matter of seconds to lose. Show me the years and you might be the one I choose.
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