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Guilt "It used to be what drove me on the feeling that woke me up in the morning" Guilt It was the seed for all my self destruction. Guilty of guilt. Guilt The grinder of souls. The grinder of hearts. Perfection in the perfect guilt. Infested in the mind, deeply, invisible hand. Pushing and pulling. Gliding from dream to reality it chokes me. Guilt Unwanted, not integrated. Guilt a terrible sponge, sucking the water of my life. Guilt loses its power, when I keep it in the spotlight. it is part of me, who I am, thus I embrace it. If I claim I am a continuous river of love. Then I must be a continuous river of all there is, in this world. Darkest of dark. Brightest of bright. |
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