Wrong

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I'm no angel, for I have sinned.
I've done things that would make you turn away.
But losing you, I fear would do me in.
So I keep them hidden to make sure you stay.

I am no saint, and I know it is wrong.
But I can't stop even though it would hurt you so.
It's who I am, and it's been so long.
But I am afraid if you find out it would be easy to let me go.

Forgiving me, what is the use?
I keep giving in to this weakness of mine?
I am only human, I have no excuse.
To get what I needed I crossed many lines.

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