"What Are WE Doing?
An uneasy feeling creeps over me when I think of crossing this land without your hand. I can keep to myself, just as you can. I can go where I like but it just isn't the same. When did things turn this way?
I miss you on this day."
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Confess your sins.
The only way to truely set you free is to tell the truth.