Confession

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This is my confession, laid bare and true,
Stripped of pride, meant only for you.
Words I've swallowed, fears I hide,
Truths I've kept buried deep inside.

I've carried this weight, year after year,
Held back by guilt, held back by fear.
Afraid of judgment, afraid of shame,
Afraid you'd see me and never the same.

But silence wears thin, its edges fray,
And secrets darken like night to day.
So here I am, with all I've concealed,
Trusting you now to see me healed.

I'm not perfect, nor free from sin,
Just a soul tangled, bound within.
But maybe in truth, there's room for grace—
In baring my soul, I find my place.

So take my hand, I'll let it show,
The parts of me you didn't know.
This is my confession, raw and pure,
A step toward healing, toward something sure.

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