Sin

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It wasn’t the end or the beginning,
It felt in between a state of disappointment and approval. I knew it wasn’t right. Not for a second. What do you do when you have nothing else to prove...?. It was time to move forward but how? He pulled me closer to him, like he needed me but I knew he didn’t mean it. He made me feel wanted, desired or at last being used by the way he touched me;the way he kissed me, the way he took my clothes off. He’s body next to mine, he made me sin in a beautiful way. We were weak to begin with we craved it more than anything else, even though it was wrong. We were ashamed of ourselves. We were risking our lives just for our desire.

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