Anne SextonLive or die, but don't poison everything.
About This Quote
Do you want to live or die? Do you want to live in a world where everything is poisoned? Do you want to be part of the dark side of the world, the uncollected garbage that is part of human culture? "Don't poison everything" is a quote that reminds us that even though it may appear to our eyes, the world is still beautiful. It is important for us to pick out what is beautiful and leave out the garbage that is broken.
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