When you are guilty you are nothing. You are pond scum, pack rat trash, and spit out gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe.

The sun cannot find you. You are storms and ear-piercing thunder that makes your whole body shake. You are broken shards of glass and blood everywhere.

You are the worst human. Stop trying so hard. There’s no point.

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