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I was your sin. The unrepented sin you never forgot. And I haunted you for it. And you knew exactly what I was doing. We never spoke. I was the sin you never told you girlfriend about.
But He was my sin. The sin that I never told of, never forgot. I held onto Him for dear life. He was my shame. But I still never repented.
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