I am pulled by two strong hands
One give me a perfect protection
The other offers me a warm comfort
I struggle and fight myself
Close my eyes and fix my thought
People should know how to choose
But nobody is perfect
Strangely I want my life to be perfect
I don't want to lose this complete moment
I decide to float between surface and bottom
I stroll on green grass and the muddy path
Cause both impart the deepest experiences
I masticate different taste and flavor
But I found the best from the billion
Only it is not one....but two from the best
Should I considerate as greedy?
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