
Immortal
from a journal
They'll thank us in the afterlife, right? Isn't that how this works? You gave and gave until the giving was All that was left of you You're immortal now, I guess Living in the debt we owe Living in the things we'll never say Living in the space you left They'll thank us in the afterlife Isn't that the deal we made?
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