Trust is like a paper, once it's crumpled it can't be Perfect again-



It's been going well,
too well.....

But now,
 when I'm finally facing what really has been done,
I realise...
I regret it all...



We walk pass each other in the Hall,



Maybe it's time,
Time for us to let go...






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