They tells us of the good and the bad in the world. These people who do right and wrong. They shoved these grains of knowledge down our throats, until we can eat no more, then send us into the darkening world to digest our feast on our own. Grains of righteousness and guilt seeping into stomachs of dispair and tainting sinners' minds. But people are not black or white. Colors with juxtaposistions for meanings. Backstories lead the lives of each of us. Souls are a patchwork of multi-shaded pasts. Hidden stories overlap in eyes full of tales and tears. Stories revealed around campfires at night. People don't choose to be bad. They are forced into their choices, like the last pair of jeans in the wall-mart. We walk the paths of many. No right and wrong exists.
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