Even though I didn't do anything wrong, I sometimes feel guilty for having what I have. For my opportunities, for the money that my family owns, for the wealth I was born in, for my healthy and happy family, for the future that I have, for the things I own, for all my presents, for my education, for my safety, for my nonexistent Problems. Don't get me wrong. I am very grateful for having those things. But others don't have them. And that makes me sad. And I often ask myself, what I did, to get all this. Why I am so lucky? And why is the world unfair?
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