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As I sit here and stare and ask why I do not care the thoughts of good times and fun experiencing the warm sun I  look at my phone but do not cry that I am alone. Through this tiny screen
All my life I was taught what I thought was right and wrong. All my life I dressed for church and knelt before the Lord my God. All my life I sinned and hurt and all my life I lied. 
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