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Most people are in the section where roses are. They chat, laugh and whisper, enjoying the view. They think roses are so beautiful and perfect when in reality they are not.
Rose Miller is not perfect.
People want perfection but they love the imperfect things. Society is fucked up, isn’t it? They are so hypocrite; it makes me want to smack them all.
Maybe I am too, but at least, I do know I’m a hypocrite. I’m not blind like them.
They have terrible taste. They don’t know anything. They just fall in love with the view but not with the other parts. They think the roses just consist on the flower and their colored and perfect petals. They don’t count the horrible leaves and the spines that make you bleed if you touch them.
Why are they so blind?
Why wasn’t I noticed when I’m better than my sister?
Looks are all, aren’t they?
Looks can fool anybody. People were fooled with her looks but in the inside she is a mess. A mess they can’t see because the looks gather all the attention. She pushes that mess into the dark; where no one dares to step in and no one can see.
When are people going to realize this?
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Teen Fiction❝There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.❞ A collection of short stories.
