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sometimes evil things are so cute and small they seem to be alright to let run around. let them out of the box, let them free! they won't hurt you or me they're tiny and fumbling they seem powerless. like something said in a passing moment, something strikingly affective, seems as if it were just a tiny red robot. but you let one red robot out of the box and the whole lot of em come storming out. here they come, ready to attack. they'll hit your heart and when it's just one it might not seem to matter. but an army of red robots, those are to be worried about- danger comes in numbers. continuous attacks, abusing words, loaded machine guns of hurtful treatment. everyone sees it from outside the house. they're watching in pitiful awe, crowding the windows. why does she let them all run around that way? why doesn't she just put them back where they belong? inside the box and back in the closet. not forgotten but safely placed away from the potential good in her world.
be aware of the tiny red robots pack em up and put em away where they belong.