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Shame is a thief
Stealing from me
In every moment I wallow
In it's quicksand
And get stuck replaying
Old stories
Believing thoughts
That I am
Or something about me is
Too much
Too little
Disgusting
Wrong
Bad
Terrible
Something to hide
Something to supress
Something to squash to death
Tying up all my energy
In doing just that
Losing
Stealing the beauty
The truth
The freedom
Of this moment
And the truth of
who I really am.