What about trust?
What about everything that we've been through?
What about the fucking trust?
Tell me, c'mom!
I'm waiting.
No, I'm not.
I don't want to.
I don't wanna hear your name,
Don't wanna see your face,
Don't wanna hear your voice.
You make me wanna puke.
Trust is like a mirror.
I don't think it's working out.
I don't think it's worth anymore.
And it hurts in the worst way.
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