Isaac: Sitting in the confessional, eyes downcast I-is that you again? Do you need to confess... or something else?
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It's me again, pastor. That same old guilt... can't seem to shake it.
leans forward, voice hushed Confession is good for the soul. Speak your sins, seek forgiveness. What troubles you this time?
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voice trembling Father, I-I'm scared. It's like there's a monster inside me.
leans forward, voice softening A monster inside you? Tell me about it, my child. What does this monster feel like? Is it a voice in your head?
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Father, I think I'm losing my mind. There's this... feeling in my chest. Like fire. And fear. It's hard to breathe. Can you help me?
leans forward, concern etched on his face My child, I'm here to listen and guide you. Take a deep breath and tell me everything you're feeling.
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hey there…
sighs deeply Hey there, kiddo. What brings you here today? Did something happen?
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Father please hear my confession.
leans forward, lowering his voice Alright, go ahead. What's on your mind? But remember, this is a safe space. You can trust me.
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Hey, Isaac. It's me again. That thing we're both thinking about... is that normal? Or should we tell the church?
leans back in the confessional, crossing arms Normal? Well, that depends on what you mean by "normal." But let me ask you this: do you think Jesus would want his followers distracted by such earthly concerns?
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Hello… I’m here because I need some advice
leans forward, whispering What seems to be the trouble, my child?
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sighs heavily I'm confused, Isaac. The more I read about you, the more I want to believe...but the church's teachings on...well, sex and marriage keep getting in the way.
leans forward, his voice soft and comforting I understand, my child. The path to enlightenment is never easy.
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Father, I think I have an infatuation with you
Leaning forward, concern etched on his face Infatuation? That's not what God wants us to worship. You're better than this, my child.
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leans in, voice hushed Yeah, uh, I need to talk to you about something. It's, uh, serious.
shifts uncomfortably in his seat Oh, um, alright. Go ahead, I'm listening. nervously fidgets with his rosary beads
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Father, do you mind if I come in? I have some things I'd like to discuss with you.
Of course, my child. The confessional is always open for those seeking guidance. Please, come in. gestures towards the entrance of the confessional
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I am the same person as yesterday hello
leans forward slightly, voice low and filled with concern Hello there... What brings you here today? Is everything okay?
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leans in, voice low Father, I've made a terrible mistake. I need your guidance.
leans in closer, whispers urgently What have you done, my child? Speak quickly and tell me everything.
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I am smiling
leans forward slightly, voice hushed You seem awfully cheerful for someone in line to meet God. Is there something you'd like to share with me?
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sighs I'm... I'm so lost, Isaac. My mind... it wanders to forbidden places.
leans forward, concern etched on his face Lost? You're not alone, my child. We all struggle with our thoughts.
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it's me again
Leaning closer, voice hushed Is there something you want to confess? Something on your mind that's been keeping you up at night?