Trust is something that is easily broken.
One wrong move and it will fall to the ground and shatter into a million pieces.
Once trust is broken it is hard to pick up and almost impossible to put back together.
Trust is beautiful but
trust is fragile.
Trust is a very easy thing to break if you are careless.
If trust gets broken, it cuts deep and can leave scars.
Trust is something that can be thrown away and forgotten forever
Or
trust can be taken care of and cherished forever.
Trust is a beautiful thing.
Trust is earned.
Trust is given.
Trust is a gift, that must not be broken.
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