My Sin

I walked the streets looking for some sort of absolution, looking for a priest that would give that to me.
All that kept coming to mind was...her.
I hate her. No, I love her.
I never want to see her again. I cannot wait to see her again.
I need her. I hate the need I feel for her.
I want her. I want to be alone.
God help me, I need to confess my sins.
God help me, I want to sin again.

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