It breaks my heart


It breaks my heart.

To see that you could make a fuss about the free food, and there are kids on the street starving,
To see that you could spend your night queuing to get the limited edition Adidas shoes, while there are kids who slept on the pavement blanketed by the cloud,
To know that you whine about your meaningless life, when you’re spending your free time watching YouTubes, putting up cosmetics on your face, whispering about others’ way of living.

Privilege, might be something you are born with, but not for everyone.

It breaks my heart to leave the underserved community, even more painful when I know I leave for the privileged ones.

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