When they kneel, 
when they beg, 
when they tug
at your pant legs, 
and say, 
“please, please, please, 
be stable in your instability! ”
you must have enough cruelty, 
to say no; 
to walk on.
and enough self-hatred, 
to bring about your own death.                
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