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The dust particles dance in the beam of sunlight shining through the stained glass portrait of the Virgin Mary. I could not be compared to her holiness. I have been beyond tainted. Taken by the masses. And I allowed it all.
The violent touch I crave makes me feel as though my confession contradicts my inner voice. Though even with my silent battle I sit in the confessional and admit lies that I almost believe.
I tell the priest the sins he can cure with a drop of holy water. My true sins remain unprosecuted.