The unwanted grass

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when I was little, I thought I would be the main character, a flower that everyone would pick, a chocolate that you get, the perfume you wear, a puppy you choose to pet and a heart that someone cherish.

But I realized I have always been a supporting role, the grass that you weed, that one chocolate left in a box, the perfume that gives you a headache, a puppy nobody choose to pet and a heart that someone break.

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