As weak as i am, i fall for anything.
The least mistake from my surrounding arose my action.
Elements around me knows my weakker side so they never mention.
Yet their motives hurt my feeling.
Either bad or good.
Why this nature of mine?
Why do i evolve when people are mourning.?
Why don't i change when the time comes.?
My nature of softness.
At times i scare my love ones.
I make them fear to touch.
Though i need them.
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