Respect of Elders
Forgotten… like… they all… were…
The day they took my books away, I knew I’d been sentenced.
Not to death. Death would be merciful. No, this is something worse. This is a bastard limbo with lukewarm soup and the smell of piss barely masked by industrial …
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