falling

Hey love, i won't be there anymore
Dont know whether you even remember my name
Remember not to cry love, it never was your fault
I only got myself to blame.


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    wanted homes
    2:22 AM
    Thursday, November 27, 2008

    Everywhere i go, i see many rich business men and women. Successful, and maybe living in huge private houses and mansions. These people enjoy their lives, and are able to buy things that match their every whim and fancy.

    There are those, that are not as rich. Those, average ones. Daily life for them is simple and not as complicated as the wealthier type. Living in flats, terraces, condos?

    At least they have somewhere to stay.

    Beggars and homeless people on the streets, they don't have their own private house or whatever wished-for things.

    Everytime i see yet another old woman or crippled being, i feel guilty, about complaining about how miserable my life is and comparing myself to others richer than me.

    This is also a question of Retributive Justice. What i have learnt in school. These people would not have ended up like this if they had worked hard in the past.

    You reap what you sow.

    That is what teachers tell us every now and then.

    I wish i could do something to help these poor people. But do they want our help? and if so, how would we know if they really are what they seem?

    Some people pretend to be beggars and plead for money!

    To think i can do nothing about this.