Shame

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Shame follows me. Everywhere i go. No matter where i look. Shame. Guilt. Anxiety. The side cousins that depression felt obligation to bring along to the party.  I am that party. Except i am a party i dont want to be at. The cutting gave me a small escape from the party.  But i made a promise. A promise that i plan to keep. So i smile through and wave politely at the guests and bare through it. The echos of my voices bouncing through the barren caverns of my mind.

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