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And if this is real then I was mistaken. And if there is truth, then why can't we find it? Beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something bigger than themselves. This is the sound of the hopeless kids as they scream from the basements of the houses of their parents. And this is the sound of the hopeless ones as they stare down at their books and realize they have been lied to. But if this is real then I was mistaken. And the vision fades as quickly as it came. Consistency like that which I have craved is that pepole change so unexpectedly.