Putting your heart in every action can make you miserable...
Aches twice as more when you fall,
Frightens thrice as more when you fight,
Messes up ten times more when you can't,
Misses a hundred times more when you shouldn't...
It can break, melt or shatter apart...
And yet, how could a happiness be complete, if it is not fully whole hearted?
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