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The Modern Truth


Rich kids, poor future. Too young for that because they think they're ready. Everything is given to them but nothing is earned. Money buys happiness. But the middle class make their own. It's sad to watch them spoil themselves when the ones next door can only afford the spoiled. Rich kids aren't spoiled or hopeless, or a disgrace. As much as they upset us, they should be an opportunity and given the chance to change. Turn their spare change into the change for the world. Just because they're different doesn't mean they can't make difference. Our hate for their ignorance doesn't level theirs. Level with them, even if they're not on the same one.
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