Not the real titleRunning From None Other than Yourself (The real title)He was my father's best friend. He was always there when my dad or myself needed help. He was someone I could trust. Now, there is something about trust that I don't exactly understand and that is how hard it is to come by someone you could trust, and how easy it is to find the distrust in a person. The way that works would be that no one will trust in you then you'll find you don't trust in them. All this leads to not trusting in yourself and if you don't trust in yourself, then whom do you trust? Exactly, you'll find that there is no one or anything left in the world.My story is about that very trust and how you never know whom it is or when you'll next be betrayed. Who is he? He was someone I trusted and his name I cannot give, as I am too afraid to do so. Although I can't go on without a name so, I'll call him Matt.He and my father never worked together, have never gone to the same school nor did they meet at some random part
To Love is to CryWhy is it that I have to be here?As to now I have faced the facts of loveLove I say is only an act of fearNot needing this brought to me from aboveEach day I see those cowards around meThey are too afraid to be left aloneAnd at the loss of ones love they will fleeFear is revealed as the light through shoneI'm told 'I know not what love truly is'Though never have I felt this "love" beforeAlways fighting for either hers or hisBut love I do not need as I will soarNeither will ever be free, so they cryI need not care as for tonight, I die
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