• scrallscripts 15w

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    My dear,
    Doubt is madness. Two faced madness
    It is madness that has not yet decided to be mad
    The to be or not to be.
    The this or the maybe that
    That vexation of the spirit.
    Its grows on you until you stop it or let something stop it.
    It won't go away by itself unless you shout it away
    Like a rabid dog needing a stick and stones
    It won't go away till you decide
    Till you decide you are done with being mad.
    Till you pick and choose and never look back
    ©scrallscripts