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You can't make homes out of humans, my life's not a fire to keep you warm. I won't let you in just because you have knocked. If you keep using my heart as your doormat, the next time you'll find that it is locked.
Someone once told me to always live for the little things in life. Live for sunrises and sunsets where you'll see colors in the sky that don't usually belong. Live for road trips and bike rides with music in your ears and the wind in your hair.
Please don't ask if I'm okay. I might do something stupid like open up to you and I'm really tired of getting close to people and watching them leave me like I'm nothing. I always lose the people I'm close to