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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s a warning. If I perish, I perish But I will not shut up. Lust is not love. Porn is not harmless. Masturbation is not a phase. I lived it Not ‘cause I was raised wrong, But because sin crept in through a simple ad at twelve. Yeah, twelve. One click, and my innocence died behind a glowing screen. Don’t tell me this is normal. Normal ain’t being twelve And seeing sex like it's a cartoon. Normal ain’t being a kid And getting aroused by strangers online. Normal ain’t hiding in your room Playing with yourself to videos While your soul begs for help. I became addicted. Sining against myself felt like power But it was the deepest kind of slavery. And no one knew. Not my parents. Not my church. Not my school. Because everyone’s too scared to speak. Too scared to say the words: Masturbation. Pornography. Addiction. Shame. But I’m not scared anymore. I remember the first time I crossed a line. I played a game that should’ve never been played. Yeah. And I did something I should’ve never done. Not because I’m wicked But because I was already deep in a pit That I didn’t know how to climb out of. That’s what lust does. It doesn’t just tempt you It trains you. It grooms you to be numb. Numb to sin. Numb to shame. Numb to God. I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t worship. Because how do you raise hands You’ve used to defile yourself?
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