My heart still leaps at the prospect of
Unending love
Unfading admiration
Unbiased affection
I am stuck in a dimension of pondering
Silent questions fill my soul
Doubt begins to grow.
Yes, doubt roots itself
Deep within my being;
Paranoia is the tyrant of my life.
Sometimes, though, I even doubt my doubt...
And I think, maybe people
Are good creatures after all.
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