It is now past 1:46 AM.

 I am currently very poor, but I cannot give up because of that. I will keep trying and trying. Without money, humans find themselves unable to do many things, yet people continue to cry out for money. I am so distressed by the thought of having to witness this throughout my life.

Living in poverty is almost like living in hell. Since I don't want to live in hell, I will end up crying out for money as well. I think life is truly disgusting and difficult.

What's so special about money? I wish I could earn it easily... haha.

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