No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
~John Donne~
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I have killed my father, the king. My twin brother is set to become king and I am to die for my crimes. However is he truly the rightful king? and am I truly guilty?
Trigger warning for abuse, SA, blood, self-harm, and graphic details