GOOD EVENING DOUBT
Good evening doubt. I didn’t know you were coming by tonight.
I see you are making yourself at home. Making yourself comfortable as you always do.
You’ve been away for a long time doubt and to be honest I had almost forgotten about you.
But here you are again, sitting right next to me and talking like you are my friend.
I know you think that I didn’t deserve this second chance. I know you think that I should give up. That I should move on, move out, and go back to hiding.
You’re having me believe that I can’t do it. That I can’t make it. That I can’t go on. That I’ve made a mistake.
You haven’t changed much have you doubt? Same words. Same thoughts. Nothing new to say.
So I don’t think I’m going to listen to you tonight doubt.
I don’t mean to be rude but I think it’s time for you to leave.
You see, it’s time for me to go to bed but you know the way out.
I would say feel free to drop by anytime but I wouldn’t want to lie to you.
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