Guilt is an awful gnawing thing that relentlessly eats at you.
And mine had become a painfully persistent parasite, rapidly growing as it fed off of my secrets and shame.
Devouring my lies almost as quickly
as my lies were devouring me.
Guilt is an awful gnawing thing that relentlessly eats at you.
And mine had become a painfully persistent parasite, rapidly growing as it fed off of my secrets and shame.
Devouring my lies almost as quickly
as my lies were devouring me.
AO Poetry 
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Thank you!
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Eventually … maybe … we realize the guilt is like blaming the sheep for being eaten by the wolves when really they bite because they have none.
No matter how hard we try not to, the lie that we tell ourselves is that it is still our fault…because we know that is as impossible as forgiving ourselves.
The greatest lie we ever tell ourselves is that we don’t exist until we don’t.
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I believe the guilt just keeps on building on… Forgiveness is a miracle if done at the right time!! 🩷🤎
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