I grew up lonely and cold in a cruel, dog eat dog world. I never had the company and warmth I desired, yet I never complained. Even I had to beg for food, satisfy my hunger with tiny pieces of bread, I never complained. I just looked at the world positively. But the world kept breaking me piece by piece until all I had was myself and a broken radio record. This is a story I hope you don't have and wish you don't. This is coming from a true well-wisher. I just hope that you can remember me, it's fine even if it rekindles the hope in one person, my pain would have some meaning.