The Game
The game is rigged (for most of us, anyway)
It’s a set up since the first day it’s been played
It’s not a race , even though it seems like one
There are no opponents, just fools thinking there’s something to gain
There is no thrill, just the idea of one
Any strategy used has been a waste of time
Find comfort in whatever way you can
Build friendship(s) and relationship(s) with those worth building those with
Do something you love, but make sure you know of the rules
No one knows how this game started, but treat it as if you already won
No, really, treat it as if you already won
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