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Fruit of Doubt

by a-new-optimism

There's a comfort in being a doubter, To be swayed by passionate conviction As well as logical cognition, If nothing can be proven then how can that be confirmed? I am a doubter I live in dim-lit twilight of faith unknown, I doubt the doubter and all of faith Is doubt not too a faith to move nations? I am a doubter, an undecided, Hopeful, hateful, shameful, trustless Devoid, lacking any certainty Don't doubt me! I'm not weak, not mean, Not judgmental or hypocritical, Just so uncertain and conflicted— How can anyone believe In anything, at all?
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