My Sin

Whether you condone or condemn, this is me.

The grains of sand within me fall with grace, but still I remain unchanged.

I'm broken, I'm flawed, and perhaps a walking sin.

My vow is desecrate, Leviticus 18:22 left me deserted.

I can't alter the emotions I have within.

Whether you love or hate, this is me.

The End

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