Trust
My life seems like a series of repetition. I see the same pattern over and over again. For once, if only I could break free from this endless cycle.
Day by day I become more wary of how fragile trust is. How we love more readily than we trust. Yet we lose that trust more easily than we let go of love.
My own little circle of trust has proved its worth time and again. Yet such a closeknit friendship can complicate matters. Especially those that matter the most. Sometimes having to forsake your own needs and desires.
How I wish being selfish was an option.
But no man is an island, entire of itself.
Day by day I become more wary of how fragile trust is. How we love more readily than we trust. Yet we lose that trust more easily than we let go of love.
My own little circle of trust has proved its worth time and again. Yet such a closeknit friendship can complicate matters. Especially those that matter the most. Sometimes having to forsake your own needs and desires.
How I wish being selfish was an option.
But no man is an island, entire of itself.
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