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A not very Happy Birthday.
Early in my life, I found myself always falling behind. It is only those who know how it feels to be at the bottom of the chain, and how demeaning it could be in a country like mine that would be able to do the things required to get to the top. The fear of never returning to the bottom, to never fall from grace to grass...that is the biggest motivation that anybody can ever get.
I grew up watching my parents struggle without any fucking thing to show for it. They were never lazy, but the system kept them down, it made them handicapped so that whatever they did, they would remain in that station allotted to them by those in charge. The rich got richer everyday and survival got harder for those at the bottom. I never met anyone more honest than my mother, but when you're as honest as she was in a world filled with corrupt, and dishonest folk, life becomes very difficult.
My father did all he could to get himself ahead in life, he did everything legally possible bu
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