When did money mean more than life itself?
Was it when you found yourself begging for warmth?
Or when your brother was dying and needed medication?
Did you gamble your life away,
just so your loved ones could live comfortably after?
Did your life not matter?
Or was it, that money mattered more?
Could money truly bring us happiness, is that why it's so valuable?
If so, why are we dying because of it?
For it?
Then I realized that no, money isn't that important.
But, living is expensive.
Dying is expensive.
Money is survival,
and that is why we desire it.
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Tranquilizer
Short StoryA collective three part series of my inner most sensitive thoughts, experiences and revelations. Through tragedy and trauma, loss and hope; I've gathered all of my memories and emotions during that time and placed them here. For the curious minds...
