I am
I am…. skeptical
I wasn’t always this way
It didn’t happen overnight
It was a long, tiring journey
I didn’t understand
Why certain things happen the way they do
Or why bad things happen to good people
Or why good things happen to bad people
I was trusting
I trusted people
I trusted the words which people would say
I trusted the promises they made
I trusted them until they broke me
Until I felt as though I could never trust again
I was naïve
But now, I am skeptical
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