‘ I TRUST YOU . ‘ girl once gilded , a lions roar takes refuge beneath frail ribs . it yearns to break free , beating heart acts as a war drum in light of the fallen soldiers she once found herself shielded by . yet , this is different , a promise she’s told herself time and time again . ‘ i didn’t question anything you did , anything your brother did. ‘ it’s with audible concern in which she speaks , shoulders fall slightly as she attempts to hold her ground . ‘ so trust me back , i know what i’m doing . ‘
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