she lived in a palace.
she was rich.
she was loved.
she was warm.
she had it all.
she was beatiful.
she was smart.
she lived by her parents.
she had expencive cloth.

then, her parents died in a car accident.

so, now...

she live in the street.
she is poor.
she is miserable.
she is cold.
she doesn't have nothing.
she is a prostitute.
she is illiterate.
she has no money to eat.
she has no cloth.

that girl used to say "i haven't need to work, i'll always be rich"
and then, she died alone.