death insurance.

without insurance, you’re surely dead. you spend that money on a place just to rest your head. loans, grants, we’re all just clueless ants being washed away by the hose buying whatever our hearts desire from drugs to clothes. until we wake up and we’re 40, with all of our dreams shot up our nose. where do we go? what are the consequences of the path we chose? nobody knows. nobody grows. we all satisfy the need of now, god willing we grow old…

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