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It's all a scam. You're going to graduate with ridiculous student loan debt and then discover that you can't get a job in your chosen field so you'll wind up working at a job you hate with people who hate you. You'll probably get married in a few years, then your wife will get tired of you or you'll get tired of her and you'll get divorced, losing half of everything you own and a significant portion of your future earnings. Hopefully you won't have any kids or else you'll be responsible for even more money for thos nasty little monsters that probably aren't even yours but it doesn't matter because the state you're in presumes paternity if the children are born during marriage. So between the spousal support, child support, lawyer's fees and mounting hooker bills you'll have to downgrade your lifestyle and rent a shitty apartment where some fuckhead breaks into your apartment and steals your unimpressive but sentimentally valued comic book collection.
Soon you'll realize that without any real means or motivation to enhance your life you're just wasting away, probably to cancer which you don't have health insurance to treat, working for the man, helping the rich and powerful stay that way, and waiting to die.
Just hope that they cremate your ashes instead of sending you to a funeral home where some corpse fucking madman will have his way with your rectum before they bury you under pounds of dirt and everybody forgets about you. Your rotten son (the one who survived the heroin overdose) won't even come to your grave anyway.
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You know something, I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here.
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