Chosen One
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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.
