We're born in the society of hopelessness.
The hardest days means no meal
The hungry child frowns at the mother
And the hungry mother frowns at the husband whose thoughts always swallow him alive. The happy days are not the once with music and dance, they are the ones with a three square meal.
Growing up, the young adolescent must strive to make a living out of himself.
After that stage they must make sure they take something home. Society only cares about those in fancy suits with potbellied pockets. Always ignoring the striving youths on the streets.
The dream of most is not to die rich but to make their mothers and fathers smile knowing their child has made a living out of the ruins. The youths are all up against the world but it's a lonely road with a lot of goodness and betrayals.
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