It has been months since my last confession. I went to your church last night, but you were not there. It was loud and empty and i thought that if i shouted you would hear me so i yelled as loud as i could.
But you were not there.
I’ve never been good at hiding, and i have never learned how to seek. The screams and the flagelations served only to keep you away, i think. I could use a confession, and i just don’t think that this is the medium for it.
q.
p.s. if you could, would you please ask god to help kris become famous? it would really mean a lot.
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