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Here's the thing: People that I let into my life expect blind trust. They expect that their kindness and support will instantly equal me tearing down the walls that I have spent so long building. "One day, you'll trust me." They truly believe that, but they are ignorant. THey don't know every single tear I've shed over the betrayal of not just friends, but blood relatives. They don't know that every single twisting , darkened line on my body is the product of a lie or a manipulation. I will not trust you. I have no reason to trust you. Snakes present themselves in many ways. The most seemingly harmless almost always are the most dangerous.