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I don't like them.
They are always waiting for someone to make a mistake. They are waiting for you to get hurt and bleed all over the floor, so that they may stop on their way to work and stare and laugh at you.
It's only in their nature.
They are strong when they are together. One of them is probably a nice and kind person, but the only thing you ever see of him is the them-person, which laughs cruely and knows not merci.
Which never knew it.
Thus is the nature of them.
But in the end, I am part of them also, as is you, as is me. We are all caught inside of them. Escape is a hard work, for which too many of us are too weak.