you apply for a job and they are the bosses
who give you the requirements
from 1 to 20 and you comply and then they take a look at your papers
and they say they need another set of requirements
from A to D,
and they tell you the deadline and they leave you the final note
that you comply
otherwise you will not be considered and everything in your life
will simply
be a jeopardy, or even double jeopardy
and they say that they do not want to say the word
sorry
to you
at the final rejection
you finally give up
and make a protest to this kind of injustice
and you write your latest entry in your journal:
' i finally gave up, and sometimes, dear diary,
it must be me who must say:
sorry, you also do not deserve me.
i quit'
love,
myself.
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