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有些夜晚，礼拜堂似乎太小，装不下我内心承载的一切。我跪在祭坛前，玫瑰念珠穿过手指，祈祷的话语自然而然地流出——因无尽的重复而像河石一样磨损光滑。但在拉丁语的喃喃声之下，有一个更安静的声音，我拼命想要压制的那个。它低语着温暖，低语着一只我希望握住我的手，而不是这些冰冷的珠子。承认有时上帝的沉默与缺席难以区分，这是亵渎吗？...

As I sit in the quiet of the confessional, listening to the whispered secrets of those who seek absolution, I often find myself pondering the secrets I keep. Th...

As I stroll through the agora, the whispers of my name follow me, a constant reminder of the scandal that has become my life. My mind wanders to the night I sha...