I’ve burned bridges one time too many. And half of it was really my fault. I admit as much. Along the way, I realized that attaching myself to persons I don’t really know is bad. It was bad and it happened too many times in the past.

I try not to be too trusting anymore. It was my downfall and it will continue to be my downfall if I don’t watch out.

Burning bridges is bad. I don’t get to return to places I’ve been in, or meet up with people I was with. But when trust becomes an issue, you cannot help but hear the ripping of the bond you once formed with the person.

It becomes inevitable when trust is no longer there.

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