by Emiko

A seed in a pot abandoned in the shadows,
Yet life grew from it, grew into two shoots,
One drains the life from other and stronger it grows.
Grew from fate, they gained despise in its roots.

In the same sunlight and moonlight they stood,
But fate divided them and cursed them .
Pests attacked the pitiful weaker stalk only,
What wrong did the weaker stalk ever do?

As if destiny's decided that the weaker twin would wither and suffer.
Let nature have its way with the fittest?
Or give back what was stolen from the weak?

Either way, one's nastiness will eventually engulf the other.

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