I’m torn
like the ripped pages of a once loved novel
discarded now, long since forgotten
There was a time every word was treasured
now can only vaguely remember the plot

I’m torn
like the shredded lace on my old party dress
hidden at the back of the wardrobe
It used to be beautiful and fashionable
just a nostalgic souvenir remains

Torn is my mind
between doing what is right and satisfying my needs
primal urges of depraved lust continually tempt me
Sinful pleasures denied to save the innocent
forever I am forced to renounce my secret desires

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