Shame:It is dishonor, and disgrace. It is all the flaws and blemishes I hold abundant in me. I contain so much shame that it surfaces to my skin, forming the putrid, purulent pustules on my face, each one a reminder of the wrongs I have done, the mistakes I won't forget and can't let go of. This shame has consumed me for so many years, and I'd be
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