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Measures we take!

The measures that we take,
To protect ourselves
From the heart-break,
The extent to which we go,
To save ourselves
From the hurt we already know,
Amuse me and make me wonder,
Is it all really a blunder ?

Like,
Few moments of laughter,
Few moments of pain,
Few moments of respect,
Few moments of trust,
Few moments of love,
To end curled up,
With our own selves,
And the hurt.

Why do we experiment,
Why take these chances,
Why do we get attached,
Why we get attracted,
Beyond the mediocre longings,
And the upbringing,
Why can't we step back,
And simply stay at the shore,
Why lose ourselves and explore.

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