As I sit here and lust for this man I wanna cry but my tears have too much pride to fall down my face. I sometimes have to wonder if my greed got me into this situation. Maybe I’m getting what I deserve I shouldn’t have ever envied one of the seven anyway… Now I have to remind myself that gluttony is the death of so many. With no tears, no loved ones, and no thoughts behind my actions I bare to execute the sloth in me. I know Yin and Yang battle inside me, every time I open these eyes I feel something wrathful fighting its way out. I try to fight for kindness but I fail. I hurt I bruise and yell because I am sins.


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