She couldn't stay, and off she ran to church... ... ... ...!!!!
CONFESSION:
SHE: Father 4gve me for i have sinned. *quiet**
PRIEST: Go On....
SHE: This is my first confession since i was... ... Um ehm em em em.
U know wot FATHER, i can't tell you anymore. I don't trust you.
Infact, you tell me! D'u fantasize abt the women in ur congregation????
I bet u'l neva tell that to a total STRANGER like me. So WHY do i ave to TRUST you with my WORDS.
So she carries her guilt and shame&weeps al the way HOME,Broken - Spirited.
NOBODY KNOWS YOUR SECRETS,UNTIL YOU SHARE THEM, ITS NO LONGER CALLED A SECRET BUT "SHARED KNOWLEDGE".
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That's why priest or friends are there. The very good ones will take your secret to their grave. A secret problem shared is half solved and that less of a burden.
Hw d'u knw d gud ones?
i don't share
which is why i have ma blogfam
@trish: lol
LMAO
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