Once in a while I like to believe that everything has a purpose. That even though it's bad, it has some sort of purpose. But, I wish I knew what those purposes are. I don't understand how life works sometimes. The greedy are happy and the helpful are brought down. I wonder how many faces are plastered on peoples faces out there.
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