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ii. Roses

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Everyone comes to the garden, smiling and gossiping as always. I look at them from a distance and frown, because all of them seem to be talking about the most common flowers like roses.

Why pay attention to the most common roses when they are exotic and prettier ones? People are so dumb to be appreciating something so ugly. They love them as if they came from space and they are just a few in the world, when in reality roses are everywhere.

Roses have this weird thing and they can have any color or any size but nevertheless they are the same. No point in denying it. All roses are the same; depressing and ugly.

They don’t appreciate lilies and daises as much as roses and still; I don’t understand why.

In this “exotic” garden of flowers, there are many beautiful flowers that people don’t pay attention too. Why? Because roses steals the attention others are suppose to have. With no warning, they steal everything from others. They aren’t that special after all, yet, people love them.

Why are we people so dumb? Why do we pay attention to pointless things –like roses- instead of the important things?

But we can’t change that much. People will always be dumb and close-minded and roses will steal attention anyways. We will always love something despite the danger radiating off it.

We really can’t change.