Depression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear
Consortium 1-5: The Black Guilds- Chapter 5 by MigeYeFoxe, literature
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Consortium 1-5: The Black Guilds- Chapter 5
Anon absolutely hated when Black Guilds were present on the station. They never meant anything good. And unfortunately based on international treaties and thus the laws of the station themselves, there really wasn't anything Anon could really do about them. They were effectively legal assassination groups. There were probably a few dozen if not over a hundred of the Guilds over the sector. Far too many for her to really keep track of. But they all follow the same rules and regulations. They all must follow the exact same procedure. If they do and play everything by the book then there's the potential in that they'll be able to just come in and kill someone on her station and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. But at the same time there are a ton of regulations and procedures they have to follow. And if they break the rules that have been agreed upon for them, then she can act and have them arrested. But unless they break these rules she just has to have her