What is trust?
Is it just an apifiny, that many people hope to experiance; but only some actually find?
Or are they too deceived? By what is the believed?
And are they then the most betrayed of all?
By the unloyal, and by them, themselves?
Why is it that we are told that to trust and to be trusted, is for a happier existence?
For if it were never embraced, we would never feel the pain and hurt that TRUST, the deceiver itself, brings to all and destroys many.

by Caitlin Pratt

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