Deathly Secrets, Chapter LXIII

"I confess.

I confess I am a murderer.

I confess I am a criminal of the worst type.

I confess I am hopeless.

I confess I had a child out of wedlock. I confess that I never visited her. I confess that it was my fault that the child died because I hadn't provided money to pay for the medicine she needed. I confess that her mother died because of suicide that I encouraged.

I confess that I am so wretchedly addicted to sins of the most grievous types. I confess that my closest friends are alcohol and crime. I confess that I forced others to stand here and confess. 

I confess that I am sin itself.

I confess that there has never been, and is not, and never will be, redemption of any sort for me.

I confess that I am unlovable.

I confess, I confess, I confess!"

The End

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