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Dear Mr Guilt, I have noticed you hovering around dark corners in your top hat and trench coat smelling of tobacco and burnt coffee. I'm writing to request that you stop following me around. The last time we came face to face it was about 4am and I hadn't slept all night. You tried so hard then, as you do each day, to drag my head down, my shoulders down, my gaze down with your brand of shame. You told me you were my conscious and you told me you were repentance.   You even had the audacity to tell me that you were necessary. I know now that you're not. In 2 Corinthians 7:10 Paul told me that " godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death." You are regret, you are worldly grief. You make me feel worthless and inferior. You take any sense of self-worth I may have and crumple it up in your cold dead fingers. You have a uniquely condescending way of doing this that I have become f...