You have no place.
There is no place.
You play some roles.
You’re assigned ranks.
Ranks aren’t places.
Roles aren’t places.
They’re not ladders.
Their rungs are games.
The games are real.
Outcomes matter.
You could get hurt.
You could get killed.
But games are built,
In caves, in fields,
In finite lines.
There’s more outside.
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