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I am ready to stop being a cacti and start being a cactus. You have permanently pricked my heart and I won’t ever forget a poke like this. As you stand alone in your desert waiting for rain. I am the storm that will bring thunderclouds to quench your soul. While others may be scared to wrap around you tightly after knowing what damage you can do. I will wear scars, cuts and scrapes proudly. You’re looking sharp and I’m ready to get stuck on you. Actions spike louder than words and this one is big. So if you’re ready to grab life by the thorns, let’s get it done. Cuz you’re pretty fly for a cacti.
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