We are souls who always carry a portable boundary lines
Wherever we are
Borderline that determines:
With whom we open our hearts. With whom we restrict ourselves
In the presence of strangers - we do not know at all, we look away from his gaze
When we were in the crowd, we read a book, or immerse ourselves in thousands of bits of alphanumeric characters on the screen gadget
When a stranger touch us, we feel uncomfortable
If touching, caressing that our loved one, we are filled with joy
Then, among the comrades and friends, we split box-boundary lines in the spectrum of categories:
Pals, casual relationships, friends far away, up to the outside
It's borderline confine, restrict, protect, and establish a safe zone
- A place where we feel the relief and comfort
Through the borderline, we felt the outside world
Through the borderline, we take refuge from the outside world
We will always carry a portable boundary line, wherever we are
Without us knowing
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