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What do you do when the trust is gone? What do you do just to hang on? I vowed to love you until death do us part. I didn’t imagine that you would be crushing my heart.

From the first time we met we said we’d be honest. I never thought you would break that promise. What do you do when the trust is gone? I’d forgive you this time and that is for sure but the very next time you’ll be out the door.

By Vuanu A. Wood

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