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This page deserves to stand as the descansos to my

passive suicidal ideation.

There is nothing more dishonourable than

making your elders bury you.



I will not bow to suicide.

There is No Honour in killing,

killing of any kind.


I bow no more to Passivity.



(there is, though, 

honour in a Kill Shot, 

if you aim true.

Just don't miss, Mijo.)



Not now.

Not tonight.

Not ever.


I will live my natural days and meet Death,

when I am ready, and She, ready for me.




- Go, and Sin No More. -

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