I don't even know where to begin. I've tried so hard to never let my guard down, keep my head forward and don't look back. However, here I am once again, trying to fight to hold back tears in.
I know what I am. A sinner. It's branded in my skin. How can you be so tainted and pure at the same time? Such a sweet contradiction.
I've said it before, I don't know where to begin, but I guess I can try. I doubt anyone expects this. I didn't. If only I could go back somehow, maybe this could be different. If only.
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Confessions from a Sinner
General FictionThings don't go always as planned. I've made a real mess of things. I just hope somehow I can forgive myself and maybe move on...
