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Who Can I Trust
Someone broke my trust. Someone who was not just a simple stranger, but someone who I’ve grown up with since I was 5. The matter was trivial, but the action is what infuriated me. I switched from a tranquil and untroubled Krishna to a flaming and fuming figure, mirroring his assumption of an ultimate doomsday form. However, I could not show them this part of me. This would forever deter them from me. It is easier to accept that this is a diurnal occurrence of real life, and will continue to transpire by either many other strangers or supposed friends. But now I ask, who can I trust?
Someone broke my trust. Someone who was not just a simple stranger, but someone who I’ve grown up with since I was 5. The matter was...
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