Some people are gifted with strength.

Some have the strength to protect those dear, some have the strength to earn recognition, some have the strength to climb higher in the world, and a few have the strength to change the world itself.

I wasn't one of them.

But I never put myself down because of that. In fact, I often found myself asking if strength really was all that important.

Without risking your life, just betting on strength, could you put food on the table?

With just strength could see the true colours of people?

With just strength, could you heal a shattered heart?

'I don't think so…'

Strength was just a flag the strong paraded to boost their egos.

If everyone was weak, if everyone didn't pride their power blatantly, there would be no conflict. If everyone was a coward, not a single war would be waged- Hell! If everyone was a coward, there would never be a coward.

Everyone would just be normal. They would all just be cautious.

We would all turn into people who thought everything through and had the slightest bit of respect for each other.

Just because strength existed, and just becomes humans deemed it to be something to flaunt, our world lost the ability to turn into a utopia.

'Yeah, strength was a fluke.'

Or so I naively thought before my world- my love got snatched away from me.

Or so I believed before I saw the last moments of my life.

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Or so I recalled before I decided to tear this accursed world to shreds.

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