We have to perpetually lie to hold a spot, it's a pity that we need to be someone we're not! Sometimes a stranger can be trusted but not someone you know, it's a pity we're stuck in a maze of friends and foes. Oh, the society is piled up with toxic relatives and cheap lovers, it's a pity their masks take too long to uncover. The fabric of society thrives on back-stabbing and cutting throats, it's a pity their knives got no remorse. It breeds insanity and then shames us for being insane, it's a pity it feeds its ego with these barbaric games. Its whole anatomy endorses the power-pyramid play, it's a pity the weak players often have to pay. Take a deep breath, step back, be a silent observer, it's a pity to get trapped in its rut forever. The edifice that is society, is as feudal as it can be... Oh, it will be a true pity, if you don't cut yourself free! Just cut yourself free!
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