Trust ,
So fragile, it could turn to dust
Love,
So tender, and easy, to get sick of
Sorrow,
Made up of all that could become, just undone
Silence,
Made up of the screams of the damned
Can’t escape
It’s our fate
Won’t be safe
It’s too late
Tried to care
Got too scared
Now we share
Quiet stares
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