My doubt is you again, why do you make me feel for a moment and then apathy?
Why do I have to hate strongly for a short time and then feel pity?
Why do I need to make so many sacrifices, then regret later?
For a moment it felt like everything matters, but in the long run, nothing matters.
Loving with pity doesn't last.
Feelings and emotions are things of the past.
Money and time are all that matter.
I think my doubt is protesting in from things that don't matter.
Doubt can be good and bad.
Doubt can stop the process of success.
Doubt can hinder a love story from progressing.
I think I should lock my doubt up.
But no, I will let it do its work.
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