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Doubt.

A single hour/ event/ day


and the world shifts on its axis,
irrevocably, indubitably
And you're left behind.
What went wrong?
Trust.
A fragile thing,
A bloom born of friendship.
Easily crushed, yet bandied about
By clumsy hands.
Can it be regained?
Love.
Most potent of spells.
A double edged blade lodged in the heart
Can turn into the fieriest hate.
Lies cut deeply; the heart bleeds.
Can there be redemption?

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