What do you have to do to get people to like you? What should you be? Do they always love everything? Of course they don’t like it. They mess with you as if they are so perfect themselves… They mess with all of us. To everyone who does not breathe… This genre even takes away their right to live.
I am a coffee bean, but I can always be a different being. Would they love me if I were a different being? Of course not. Because they are people. They can rip anyone off my branch, just as they ripped me off. It’s so sad that it’s like this. This nation of people drags you from place to place. And he doesn’t like you if he looks at you. They always want you to be more. It’s very painful.
I guess my hatred for them will never end. Where did they kidnap me while I was standing in my native place? They both separated my friends from me and made us unrecognizable. While thinking about these, I am stuck in a darkness. Who knows what they will do to me and where they will take me.
I was brought here idly from one end of the world. They act as if they are the only one in the world. But they just don’t exist. They were talking among themselves that we have rights. They never thought about the rights of other living things. Those people can’t do whatever they want, but they do.
I am a coffee bean, but I could also be a dog, a daisy, an insect. But people must learn to be kind and gentle. He must not waste me for his own interests.
For those who were wondering about my end, I was put into a machine and sent off to absolute eternity. And they took me unfairly. They didn’t even give their money to the workers who tried to rip me off. Don’t do this, my dear. I have perished, too, and your kind, whose skin clings to the bones of hunger, perished as well. What is it to be human anyway? Think about the pain you left behind. Love without harm. Please don’t hurt the one you love.