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Trust.
It's a fragile thing.
So fragile, that it takes an eternity to build and a simple second to destroy.
Trust doesn't come easily. It isn't something that develops straight away.
And like a flower, it begins as a simple seed. With a little water, a little sun, and a little love: it can bloom into an ethereal form.
But if you were to crush that flower, to rip the petals off one by one, it would never be the same again.
That feeling of safety destroyed by painful memories, leaving only the taste of bitter dirt and a heart encased in thorns.
And sure, you could plant another seed, and watch it grow into another beautiful flower...
But it will never be the same.
There will always be remnants of the flower that was torn, the flower that was ripped limb from limb.
And that flower is trust.
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