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Doubting Myself


I may 

view the world

though rose-tinted lenses.


I may

find the good

in every one I meet.


I may

give too many chances,

and stay

when others would leave.


But please...


Don't exploit

my kindness

as weakness,

nor my trustworthiness

as foolishness.


Don't make me

a pawn

in your lies

and deception.


Don't follow

in the footsteps

of every man

I've known before.


Be better.


Show me it's okay

to believe

there is good

in everyone.


Because

I'm starting to

doubt myself.


Thanks for reading, over and out.

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