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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ANTHOLOGY : THE GRIPPY SOCK HOTEL
PoezjaI got trapped in a mental health facility *who I will be suing, btw* Because they intentionally overdosed me on day 10 of my stay, to force a day eleven. They didn't count on me being smarter, and willing to bide my time, and wait. Anyway, this is...
