I did not know what was at stake
I did not know how much would break
When I bent my principles, thinking it would be
The first and the last time for me
It was an exceptional circumstances, I explained away
The rationale to myself that particular day…
I did not realize that sinister the consequence would be
The thrill of doing something slightly wrong energized me
From there it was a slope increasingly slippery
I bent, then broke, my principles repeatedly..
My conscience grumbled but was ignored
Until I could feel hesitation no more…
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My principles I broke, and here I am today
A broken human being, I have lost my way
The path of dishonesty that I ended up taking
Has destroyed me, led me to this hell of my making
The steps back to a principled life are steep
But I can only climb up, from this trench deep..
Passion...unbridled 
Yikes. This one is sharp. I hope you write vicariously, but if not, I stand with you. It’s really hard to acknowledge/admit when we have compromised our principles; the slope is slippery, indeed. And, it is never too late to recover. Some outward damage is irreversible, some relationships irreparable. And still, the best thing we can do is learn from past mistakes, commit to doing better, and keep going. Peace to you.
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Thankfully I am writing vicariously. I often get my ideas from books and this was based on a fictional character. I make a lot of mistakes but I do try to stand by my principles.. and I am not broken either..
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