Sunday mornings I lie in bed and ask myself why I bother to go on living. If this is all I get for my work after so many frauds got everything for it, I have clearly wasted my life on it. On Sunday mornings, I always find the same old questions unanswered as my life punishes on.
Who were involved in the careers of formerly unknown bands that had leaped to superstar status after stealing one or more of my songs? They didn't get on TV all by themselves. They had to have help. They needed hundreds of helpers, perhaps even thousands of helpers to help them commit fraud with my work. So why am I alone after that? Where are all my helpers? Why don't I get help when I'm the true author and why did they get so much help when they were frauds?
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