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J'ai honte. I am ashamed. This guilt is all-consuming. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know where this is going. And whatever this feeling is, it's growing, swelling, until I'm bursting. Wanting           to scream           to cry           to hide. until this all goes away. Far,      far,          away. But it's not just going to disappear. It has nowhere to go. I can't run away, it will only follow. This doesn't just concern me, it affects the hearts I've borrowed. And it opens up this emptiness, like my own heart is hollowed. I would that it were. It's too full, pressure building, the thoughts are pressing, leaving hard impressions on the insides of my skull. Until it becomes too much, and the secret that I've kept concealed spills forth, leaving me broken and exhausted. Drained.
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Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
torn.
J'ai honte. I am ashamed. This guilt is all-consuming. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know where this is going. And whatever this feeling is, it's growing, swelling, until I'm bursting. Wanting           to scream           to cry           to hide. until this all goes away. Far,      far,          away. But it's not just going to disappear. It has nowhere to go. I can't run away, it will only follow. This doesn't just concern me, it affects the hearts I've borrowed. And it opens up this emptiness, like my own heart is hollowed. I would that it were. It's too full, pressure building, the thoughts are pressing, leaving hard impressions on the insides of my skull. Until it becomes too much, and the secret that I've kept concealed spills forth, leaving me broken and exhausted. Drained.
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Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
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