I hate lending people anything
Hated the effort
Hated the broken promises made
Hated how i gave my trust to them
Just to have them shattered anyway

I hate that certain person whom i lent a pen
"Okay,but just for a moment",i say
Did it come back when i hoped it will?
"No it didn't, obviously wasn't it?"
I hate having people who says things they did not mean
"Sorry,i lost it on the way",was his only reply
I shrugged then sighed
I expected it to happen so i just laugh and say nothing
"You can get another one,right?"
Yes i can,if i want too
But that doesn't mean it can replace the old one,
it has sentimental value

I learned not to trust anyone but myself
Never depend on someone whom your not certain what he can do
I never trust the others
Never let them break my walls
Cause once I lent my heart to someone
Still pure,fresh,unscathed
He just returned it
Bloody red and torn apart

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True to life this one <//3

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