Poverty is not a brother, a friend, A kin, or anything good, but It's merely a pain in hearts and in Minds of those people who suffer from It anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... If it his badly some people, then its Problem will prey on all those people... Poor people live in abject poverty in All directions or in any ways in life... As long as it's over there, then the whole Will be gloomy, dark, and ugly anytime... _____________________________________________________________________
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