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Jul 2017
People spend money like water.
Especially the wealthy. As water flows downstream,
more comes in.
But for the poor, they live in a constant drought.
The sun is harsh for them so they labor hard to get by.
Until more gates open for the wealthy, they will
never know the value of a single drop...
Be grateful for what you have. Starting my life now, and my eyes are hit with the harshness of life. Its actually...quite terrifying
Lyn-Purcell
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Lyn-Purcell  28/F/United Kingdom
(28/F/United Kingdom)   
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