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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I let lust lead. So when I speak on this, I’m not guessing. I’m not judging. I know what it does. It rips your heart. Messes up your mind. Twists how you see people how you see yourself. It cages you. Makes you smile in public but cry in secret. Makes you feel too dirty for grace. Too broken for mercy. Too far for forgiveness. And the worst part? It makes you think God’s done with you. And truth is — He should be. But He’s not. Because Jesus didn’t die for the cleaned-up version of you He died for the broken one. The ashamed one. The addict. The liar. The boy with secrets. The girl with regrets. You can’t delete demons with a filter. You can’t kill sin by willpower. You can’t win this war by fighting flesh with flesh. You need the Spirit. You need God. I tried everything. Fasted. Blocked sites. Prayed. Deleted apps. Made promises. And still fell. Until the Holy Spirit whispered: "You don't get free by pretending you're not bound. You get free by bringing it to the light." So I did. I confessed. Not to impress. But to survive. To finally live. And you know what? God didn’t cancel me. He covered me. He didn’t shame me. He saved me. No lightning. No thunder. Just quiet conviction and loud mercy. Now, I don’t boast in my strength. Because it wasn’t me. It was always God. Every time I said, “I can’t,” He whispered, “I can.” Every time I fell, His grace picked me up again. I still fight but now I fight from victory, not for it. I’m not perfect but I’m free. And I write this for you. Yes, you. If you’re stuck in porn, trapped in shame, thinking it’s too late It’s not. Jesus didn’t just die to save you from hell. He died to save you from this. This secret sin. This silent prison. This hidden addiction. So bring it to Him. Say it out loud. Let the light in. Because when you confess, He doesn’t walk away He walks in. He breaks chains. He still does. And I am living proof. So let the world hear this: My little secret sin is now exposed not to shame me, but to free someone else. Because if He did it for me, He can do it for you. Let the world hear. Let the broken repent. Let the captives run free. Let the light shine in the darkest room. This is not weakness. This is freedom. This is Jesus. And He is still breaking chains.
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