If my fate had been a rose petal ,
Then my life had been a stem with carved round thorns digging into its own skin ,
If my fate had been a chamelion ,
Then its changing colours would have been the people sparking against me to the death in the form of life ,
If my fate had been beautiful,
Then its root were the half agony with little warmth holding many hidden faces ,
If my fate had been the worse ,
Then my life would had been an illusion ,
If my fate had been the decision of people,
It would have been keep turning from worse to good , good to worse , twisted with no ending !
Let my life decide what its fate is ,
Let not judge it through the bitter circumstances but just do wander for a while that if it'd ever let me catch my breath till all the earthly treasure turn into the mud blocking the way of my life through the nose .
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