At my core

is heaps of shame

and I deserve

every

rotten

thing

to come my way.

At my core

you will find

the most putrid smell

of acid and

ice cream and

a thousand pounds of guilt.

At my core

tornadoes

of all the things

I

can’t

handle

make me hollow

and heavy

and ashamed.

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