Dearest love
A friend asked me,
Quite in everlasting
despair... She was...
Now... She said unto me...
Why should I confess...
My sins... With my being me...
I only sin a thousand times more...
I sin as I breathe...
I wanted to cry for her...
She hardly understands...
Why bath...
Why shower...
We only need to again...
Confession is like water...
We need it regularly...
It cleans out the bad toxic sin,
And gives us a clean slate again...
Besides... Sins build up...
And there's only hell...
Or sin to bin...
My love... What of this...
Do we confess our own sins...
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