Doubt set the tone of my youth;
If it wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good.
Searching for worries was never hard,
In fact, it built my fragile heart.
Problems were the standard fare;
A problem here, a problem there.
Any leisure was always rushed
And stuffed inside a scheduled bus.
Doubt has now become expected;
In my heart it lies protected.
by Garret Woo
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