Reaper
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You think your dead-end retail job is bad? You think the worst job ever could be found under the Golden Arches? You think your boss is a jerk? Try me. I'm a grim reaper, one of billions. It's still not enough, so we're all overworked--and I'm new. So, like any newbie, I get the jobs nobody else wants. Like cleaning up after the really crazy people. Like finding sunken submarines. Like going through the children's ward at a hospital. Make no mistake. Your job is heaven compared to mine. Made mature for language and mentions of death, violence, murder, and suicide.
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"Sometimes I just want it to end, nothing can stop that thought. " but that's what I said years ago and the thought never ended, it just grew. I don't think I want help anymore, unless you're the grim reaper. if you see him, tell him I've been waiting.

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