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Knowing it was wrong,

I went along

with the crowd, anyway.

Hoping it would be ok,

knowing that it would not.

With my conscience, I fought.

I thought I won the fight,

but when night

finally came, I could not sleep.

Now, I sit here, and weep.

This guilt forcing the tears

out of my eyes, and down my cheeks.

The Holy Spirit speaks,

and I know He is right.

I should not have committed this sin.

I should have stuck to my conviction.