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Anymore, it’s as if I have a brick wall that fortify me.

Around this wall is a Moat. Past the moat is dry land.

There is a bridged gate door that comes down from my wall that I let down every now and then to allow someone to come in.

If I lose my trust in you,  I toss you over my wall into the water.

Because when I lose my trust in you…..

 

“You’ve gotta go”.

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