how does it feel? imagine you, yes you. imagine yourself smaller than others. imagine yourself as a flower. a flower in a beautiful garden. all of the flowers are happy, the bees are buzzing, the birds are singing their songs..then out of nowhere a fire starts...all of the other flowers in your field have been turned into brittle ashes. blown away by the unforgiving wind. and you, your flower is left there. without any other flowers to pollinate it won't survive...it will soon wither away.
now, the flower is you. the garden is society. and the fire is publicity and drama. it hurts knowing one moment you are in a field of popularity and one mistake will cause a fire and ruin you and your beautiful social life as a whole...
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