Some Stories.

You say it hurts but the soul,

Can be greedy thing-sometimes.

Who has no conscience in ,

the end it demands peace.

I understood the depth of the pain

I had caused.

The grief I had brought everyone.

I confessed to stealing,

theft was the one unforgivable sin,

denominator of all sins.

Imagine the restraint to keep that promise,

As far as I know silence is tranquility.

Some stories do not need telling, but

I'll never forget the pain, the fear.

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