She raised, wasted, from the mud of her tiny soul... She was so sorry, didn't mean to hurt anyone. She had the most beautiful red rose in the world. It was all hers, with wild thorns and blinding sparkles, with its grey eyes and heavenly fragrance... But she was not happy anymore... So she took the chance to dream about something else, a pure, white, incredibly sacred lily... It was so far that she couldn't even see it and still she didn't care about the distance or time. She had enough patience, was going to wait a little more until she could get it, to have it safe in her full of love garden.
But eventually, her dreams crushed, just like that! How stupid she was to believe so much that her greatest wish would come true! The lily was taken by someone special, like itself. She didn't see that coming, of course. She was to busy with her foolish daydreaming and took no action. How on earth was she going to make it if she didn't move a finger for what she wanted?!
The rose is still there, in a forgotten corner, full of dust, hatred and lonely... She really screwed it this time...
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