Flower.
Word of beauty without clear substructure. Living thing whose meaning has been mistaken as magnificence.
But little they know, that not all of them can bloom and grow; embellish the upper ground of our earth. Some of them have to sacrifice themselves so that the others can keep living.
Withered.
Torn apart.
Even worse; destroyed.
Death for the living. Selfishness of nature disguised as the glorious sacrifice.
The world is no longer pillar of justice. So live cunningly. Distrust others and have faith only on yourself. Live with small steps, tread on others. Be on top and have powers.
But still, I hope for someone out there who lives with their deepest longing to live as a human being. Don't let the monstrous being inside you rule the roost. Because if they have ruled on you, you'll live in misery.
As I am.
Just be a flower which bloomed to adorn the face of earth and die to be the pillar of the next spring.
Live for the death and die for the living.
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A/N : just suddenly pops out in my mind. Sorry for the broken grammar (╥﹏╥) I hope you enjoy this drabble.
