Those and I are Alike

Like hitting a balloon, easily going up and down Like an egg, easily cracking though looked strong outside Like the philosophy of Mimosa pudica, being sensitive for a touch Like waiting for eclipse appear in a rush, hoping too much for something I know it will be hard (can be impossible) to be happened. But still, giving a hope in it That’s me myself

Come live in my heart and pay no rent. It’s your home”

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“My heart is your home. You may go and come back anytime you want to spend your day. But, please don’t leave it too long. You won’t feel comfortable because of the mess you left.