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May 2020
Truth is that life isn't fair. While some people seem to have it easy and never have a care, others suffer indignity and must go through great pain. No two people have it the same. They say money cannot buy you love, but if you gave me a billion dollars I am sure I could find some. The world is a fickle place, the haves and the have nots define the human race. Some people are born in a first world and some in a third, but many still live in the same ****, just by a different name, but poverty is poverty and little seems to change. Empires rise and kingdoms fall, while the poor and hungry remain. The rich and powerful build castles on high mountains or buildings that reach the sky, in hopes of not seeing what lays in the streets below. In all things death is the only equalizer, but in that there too seems to be disparity, depending on which religion you subscribe to as your reality.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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