I should probably be thankful that I still feel that pang of guilt. The conviction might not have been able to stop me from doing wrong, but it was just enough to make me repent.
Confidantes.
It's a matter of who made you feel comfortable enough to share the entirety of your best concealed thoughts with. Almost, a choice. But we all know that's the least of what it is. Sometimes you just want someone you can fall back on without constantly looking over your shoulder. We search for it, forgetting that no one is perfect. At the end of the day, He's your only confidante.
If writing was enough, I wouldn't be thinking about how to say the words stuck inside.
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