Repent by user244466666
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No one would call me a saint if they knew what I've done.
No one would call me an innocent if they found out what I did in the past.
Fortunately, they don't know.
No one knows.
Father. Mother. Sisters. Brothers. Families. Friends.
Even former lovers would never know.
Done something I am not supposed to do.
Not then. Not now. Not soon.
I did it nevertheless.
Ashamed ? Obviously!
Regretted ? Definitely!
Sinned ? Undoubtedly!
Repent is a must.
An obligation!
However . . .
It is not an easy task.
Not a bit.
Lie.
Sin.
Blasphemy.
Betrayal.
I am nothing but a sinner.
Whoever hears my prayers.
Forgive me.
For what I've sinned.
I was born to make mistakes.
Despite that . . .
I was born to mend my mistakes.
Fix it.
Repent.
Flaws.
Unholy act that came with a price!
Put the broken pieces.
Fix it.
Repent!
Begged!
Cries!
Fix it!
Anguish!
Remorse!
Fix it!
Guilty!
Repent!
What more could I ask ?
Forgive me.
For what I've sinned . . .
Kind Lord
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