If my trust was my bedroom wall, he would demolish it. If my trust was a window, he would shatter it with a brick. If my trust were real, he might have broken it along with our friendship, like he does to everyone else. But he forgot one crucial thing. I don't trust anyone. Not even him. So even if he tries to shake me, or lie to drive me away... I'll be right here. Like always. Waiting for him to stop being a moron and come back for help. I'm not going to chase him, but I will wait for him to come back. Because he always does. Eventually.
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