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Imagine being picked Like petals from a flower Someone holding you, wanting you, wishing for you Only to be pricked by the thorn And watch the blood fall Mercilessly
The chosen one I see, his lightning scar Upon the forehead, bravery increased My brother's friend, his parents are deceased. Poor, handsome Harry I see from afar A year behind, I'm still in Gryffindor!
Why does God choose us? We are humans, weak with no understanding. We are humans, lost in a world full of hurt. We are humans, not understanding why things happen the way they happen.