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"As a typical creative, I am all ego and insecurity!"
— David Droga
Story of Cindy
There was once a rose blushed with a red purple hue. She was dubbed , “Cindy,” because of her admirable beauty.
The florist, Elena nourished her with water everyday. And Mr. Sun provided her with his ray of light every morning and during the afternoon.
The gardener, Antonio loved her too. Aurora, the photographer took shots of her also.
She posted it on the internet and captioned, “Lovely Cindy to brighten your day.”
But, Cindy complained about her thorns. “I’m ugly as a cactus!” she said. So, she cut off her body.
Within the next day, Elena, Antonio, Aurora, and Mr. Sun found her on the ground with dried petals, and decayed face.
Oh, why does?
Of all the lavishing features I possess,
I still long for other qualities
Great child of mother,
How come do you still wonder?
Couldn’t you accept,
But, you see
There are so many
Creatures before you
At the ankles of their feet
Longed to have
Possessed the attributes
That you didn’t appreciate.
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