every rose has it thorns, every good has an evil, every right a wrong. and so the story goes, you reap what you sew. every positive and negative, every truth a lie, every love - hate. with one comes the other and so you must make do with what comes your way. thats how its meant to be, that's how the story ends - a revelation is foretold, a lie forever retold. and so the cycle goes and life moves on and there you have it - the ending that no one was told. totally unexpected and raw. not so predictable anymore?