you,dear guilt, scare me so bad that when i see you walking down a road even though you're not that big or walking with a staff i hide behind a great brick wall and stutter and clench my fists and look down and sigh.
you, dear pride, inflate me with all passions that when i hear you coming i tell the whole world how wonderful i am and shed all my clothes and lie down on the grass and not care about the rest.
you, dear mourning, make me feel bloated and sick and so full of stuff that i want to shout to the top of my lungs. but then the feeling is there and i have no strength to do it, and then i shut up.
you.mourn.guilt.pride.
you.with.about.
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