Expectation so high that people cannot see below.
Admiration turns to obsession that some fail to see clearly.
People tend to overlook the rose due to the overwhelming beauty, only for their fingers to be wounded by the thorns.
How many more will surface?
"Dieu sait mieux." We'll see.
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