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My Sin

What. If you saw the Truth falsely accused of lying? Your voice, the key to break it free; ... from the tears, the screams, the nightmare. But you didn't Know whether to speak or not. You was Just a child born of innocence, Drenched in the sins of the world. Debating ...is this life, a never ending cycle of lies and betrayel? Until I realized that life, too, was nothing more than a lie. Hiding behind a mask, waiting, to be unmasked as a demon ready to strike. So if my voice was the key to free Truth from the shackels of lies... I would speak out. Only...I didn't ... and that was my greatest Sin.
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Nigerien
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Jun 8, 2013
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