Money

Damn money. That's only a piece of paper the price we give to life. Every breath we take is a bill, and sadly, if you doesn't have them, you cannot breath.
They say no to you to live only because you're not one of these fortunates who has a full wallet, they condemn you to suffer constantly and get your mind exhausted by looking for a way to get some bills, or some of their little sisters, the coins.
It would be easier to set fire to all of these fortunes and get a world where everybody was the same, without social classes, without economical diferences...
A world where air were free, were everybody were free to breath.

Say to me if I've made a mistake!