I'm lost, but I was found

I've loved, but never been loved back...until today

Today I make my final plight and confess what I've done.

Dear Heavenly Father for I have sinned, strike me down for what I've sinned.

You may know me, but you will never know my story......

Confession: I was raped last summer, only one person knows

Strike me down for being a harlot, for I have sinned

You know my name but not my past

Confession: my only friends besides my boyfriend are people I meet over the Internet.


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