I don’t speak because I like to hear the sound of my voice; I do it because what I say is the truth. I don’t scream because I want to cause a scene, I do it because I know no one will. Nothing is new; everything is a cheap version of what happened a century ago. People lie to each other, husbands cheat on their wives, nations fight with nations, and people label one another. I hold my head high as I spot people dropping everything when they notice something horrible just happened. I study it, and then say to myself nothing is new. One thing an old friend told me; we’ll live to hurt more. Don’t be surprise when a nut job decides to do the unthinkable, because as we all know it’s nothing new it’s just a different day.
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