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No Trust (By my sister, Abbi)

As the rain falls down drop by drop,
It makes me feel warm and safe.
I soon realize my trust is with myself,
Not any one else.
For I am the trusty not the truster.
I find myself keeping secrets,
Afraid to speak them.
As my friends, my family, the poeple I know,
Tell me their secrets, their crushes, their life in general.
I don’t tell them as much,
For fear, rejection, and mockery.
I leave my secrets with the rain and myself.

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