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Don't lie and say you have my back, and turn around to make a childish attack. My feelings won't change due to what is said. If so, then my heart would already be dead. I hurt just like others do, this I want known, but if dishonesty and betrayal come, would rather be alone. My heart's always open to genuine friends, and if I'm wrong, I'll make amends. I would never deliberately hurt anyone, for in doing so, friendship's gone. You may wonder why I'm writing this piece. It's because lack of trust is a disease.
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