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Trust is like a chalkboard.
Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.
It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.
I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?
Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.
Its more permanent, It lasts longer.
I think I understand why we use chalk now.
Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.
It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,
But it's always there.
We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.
We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.
The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.
When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.
With chalk, You can just wipe it away.
Spilled ink is forever ink astray.