Your Job
Your job is to exist.
Try not to make it harder.
To live long and well, my love—
Not be a freaking martyr.
You’re meant to fall,
So you can rise,
But when you reach the end.
There’s no trophy.
No medal, dear.
The point is just to win.

Your job is to exist.
Try not to make it harder.
To live long and well, my love—
Not be a freaking martyr.
You’re meant to fall,
So you can rise,
But when you reach the end.
There’s no trophy.
No medal, dear.
The point is just to win.
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