You don't know who to trust, do you?
The esteem and regard, your most prized possessions, that you had reared for yourself over such a long period of time- you feel them slipping out of your hands, don't you?
The fear of losing them is sneaking up on you, is it not my love?
And what if you do lose it all? What if you lose what you've worn your fingers to the bones for?
Is it because you tripped somehow, somewhere?
Or is it because those filth covered beings who've wrecked their once-existing conscience wish to bring you down, my love?
They say only you can answer the question. But then, can you?
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