To tell a tale of my life,
of my sins.
To which chapter shall I turn my dear?
All stories start at the beginning.
The hurt of a child,
caused by another,
Me.
I ruled through fear,
an angry bully.
Stronger then the rest.
The screams of animals,
slowly bleeding.
Eternal torment.
The theft.
Stealing is free,
the only price the soul.
Lust of another,
my favorate sin,
I have no numbers upon this weakness.
Smoking, drinking,
most common of teens,
those few moments undivine.
Many sins I can list,
many sins there are.
The worst I can think of is being a liar.
In the end,
my sins are my own.
I would live them again.
I am who I am.
Author notes
This is alot more stuff then I have thought about in a long time.
Good thing I had already killed my day.
we're all imperfections, face it
A contest entry
- Every Part of [im]perfection by WishMeAway--x.
550 points, ended June 24, 2007, 19 entries
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In the end,
my sins are my own.
I would live them again.
I am who I am.
loved those linesss darlin.g
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Very honest and emotion packed write!
peace,
Azlyn
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Thanks. Some things are harder to admit then others, but it happened. I'm not gonna lie.
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Amazing and powerful write. Good luck in the contest and keep up the awesome work, and I hope things get better for you. xoxo
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Lust of another,
my favorate sin,
I have no numbers upon this weakness.
Smoking, drinking,
most common of teens,
those few moments undivine
know those feelings, and the way they're put...you did a fabulous job on this.
great job on this and good luck
♥.Love.
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wow very deep. great write once again. but there is a lot of pain and darkness here. i hope everything is ok with you. great job once again.
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