Guilt is ground floor; shame is three levels down, low ceilings.

Shame gnaws on itself; it is devoured by love.

Shame is smack and emo-crack.

There is no shame in crying; there may be in not.

Innocence blushes, debauchery shushes.

Guilt by exam; shame by ”I am.”

Run and shun humiliation.

Shame is a dark cave, acceptance bright sky.

There is no gain in blame’s dark shame.

Shame is heart junk and soul gunk.

Ward off shame; keep your arms wrapped around yourself.

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