I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren't looking at me, an empty vessel waiting to be filled by the sweet water of your attention.A woman can't live like that, my Lord. No one can. Don't ask me why I did it.God, forgive me.Christ, forgive me.
-S.T. Gibson
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