Trust, a priceless sword,
Should be given out with care
When it ends up in wrong hands
It will tear your soul apart..
When life’s base is shaken
What remains is nothing more
Than a debris of the shadow..
To reconstruct the unknown
With no other tools than your own
With no shoulder to share
To gather which you don’t care
That is the ripping of soul
That is the pain of a shattered heart
That is the aftermath of a broken trust
The priceless sword.
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