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something then began to flourish where once resided the untainted concept in its truest form, the notion of love. what was beginning to grow not only with it, but practically (engulfing) it with each passing moment of thought (relevant or not) was an uncontrollable feeling equivalent to love in its strength and power, but nearly opposing it in all other assumptions, connotations and facts. this parasite, this bacteria of not only the mind, but really the heart was doubt. completely unnecessary as well as totally unwanted this doubt has the courage and will to corrupt and destroy anything at all despite how happy it was in actuality making you beforehand. most are so easily and sadly tricked by this germ, once acknowledging its presence they will believe its intentions were to make their life immensely happier, like they are lead to believe they deserve. not only is it undeserved but previous to its habitation they will also think that they were simply ignoring its honesty in that time. doubt is so absurdly powerful and conniving that it will apply itself to all relating situations even before it manifested itself, ruining something spectacular and making it nothing more than fraud. it can and will warp anything at all despite it being so filled with beauty, so filled with love, doubt applies itself to those situations with its greatest magnitude. once this idea is there, it is there to stay; no turning back, no altering your mind, ever. there is no pleasure in or from doubting, and there should be no doubting in or from caring.