I think growing up has made me a doubter.
I still believe that what the heart feels is always true, even if deceitful at times.
Yet, I still doubt what I feel.
It isn't wrong, yet it isn't right. It's only natural, and I guess sometimes you can't judge what is nature.
I know I'm letting pride get in the way, like it has before. There's no excuse about that-- but, maybe it's not pride this time, rather doubt.
I'm not sure what the right choice is. Why does this feel like December again?
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