It's the way it is

Why is it that the best things happen to the worse type of people and good people are stuck with misfortune? Why is it that no one can ever tell the truth before the situation gets to it's baddest point? The people in this world has molded each other into thinking one thing when there are endless choices. They say it's the way it is as an excuse for them to not be the only pariah in the world. Some people scream to the top of their lungs saying change is going to come but they rave instead of act. Sometimes speaking the truth will not go as far as taking action. But it's the way it is.

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