I never wanted this.
What made me lonely? People have told me everything I didn't want to hear. Never have I ever let them get to me but, it isn't easy. Succeeding doesn't come easy, especially for us. The poor die while the rich mourn, mourn over a broken heart, a shattered vase, a burnt meal. They make money. Their friends, watch them laughing that horrid laugh. You don't have any idea what it is really like. The rich will kill us if they can. The poor may not survive today. Regret hangs in the air. It suffocates those rich peoples wives, their husbands, their children, until all that is left is a mound of the dead. Heed these words, help the poor. The rich do not need it.
Read every underlined word. You will not regret it.
