It was like looking in a fractured mirror. All the pieces visually replicated my aesthetic, but clearly splinted. I'm confused by her presence. Everything I thought I knew about who I am is no longer valid. All I have to guide me now is the assurance that knowledge assumed is a weakness that misguides and clouds the journey. I have to let go of everything I once believed in order to understand the truth of it all.
Is it nurture or nature that evokes your desire to sin?
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