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There was a long time.
Growing up that I didn’t know any better.
I sinned against man, and God.
No one explained me the difference between right and wrong.
So, I kept on sinning.
I hear sad tones going forth among all voices,
I read stories wrinkled between grimaces,
I see determined gazes residing in eyes crumbling from
uncertainty,
But I don’t feel anymore...
