the art.

Fate toys,
Reality hurts.
Why promise when you can't fulfill it?
Why try your best and your best is not doing anything?
When you broke the promise,
it's not only a promise broken.
You had something else broken too,
a heart, is now shattered into million little pieces.

would you kindly pick those pieces up and put the back in place?

you said something

and I took it to heart

It's hard to trust now. I just don't know how to trust anyhow. When people nowadays have all mastered the "Art of Pretence", it's hard work guessing who's being real to you. Trial and Error, and whoops, you got the "Error" and yes, you got the worst verbal abuse ever. It wasn't that bad actually, the fact is that it is actually something someone just said, but it coming out from not just anyone else's mouth but your good friend's made everything hell. We have the Pretenders, the Backstabbers, The Liars, blahblah. So now do your labelling people. They are all around us.
Oh, the following might sound crude, not suitable for the good, the innocent, the act-innocent.

The world consist of 3 types of people, namely:
-The Dicks
-The Pussies
-The Assholes
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Dicks fuck Pussys and Assholes. Pussies think they can handle Assholes but the truth is that the only thing that can fuck the Asshole is the Dick. If the Dicks doesn't fuck the Assholes, the Pussies and the Dicks would be all covered in shit.
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Ok so now you know. Pick your choice. Be a Dick and get everything done but not overdo it. A Pussy who gets boss around and think that you're good but you're not. Or an Asshole who just shit.