Reject
Society is like the spines of a cactus.
Spines that protect some magical reservoir that we’ll never know.
Then the people who are like spines will get used up and fall to the ground and they are dangerous and pointed still but they are worthless now.
I’m pointed and sharp as anyone.
I’m smiling and it’s pointed and sharp.
And I’m angry.
And I’m laughing at them.
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