Confession is an obsession I have to remove
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the thoughts I keep in my possession.
The profession of my conscience leaves my soul with a clear perception,
with exception of one reflection.
A preconception that I will be open to others
For close inspection and judgments uncovered,
by all of those who have destructive druthers.
But as I create a fate of restraints upon my existence
A persistence of distaste dominates my reluctance
To believe I’ll be received with truth and acceptance,
And so conviction and addiction fulfill me with repentance.
So as I learn to let go of the façade that I show
In the depths of my soul is where you will go
That is my true confession