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It cries to the dawning, To the light of the storm. It cries out to the flesh, Of which was once mourned.   The cries, oh the cries,
Today has made me feel very dark For the last month it gets dark and adds a pain to my heart I don’t miss the school or the stupid fools in it  But I miss the time away from home 
Every evening I died of a sickness of depression, As if all that caused my pain was a hybrid of my immense emotion, My actions reflected my thoughts and I was unable,
Before the end it all took place, I met a man who drew my face; The paint decides the life it shows, As ancient men like Plato knows... for in that portrait I was king, and people never knew a thing...
You fell for the thought, The theory of me, But clearly In practice I’m not What I seem. ~Sorry not sorry~  
Some people believe in Darwin's theory but I don't.These people want me to believe Darwin but I won't.I can't believe in Darwin's theory because it goes against what the Bible teaches us.
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