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Ideas of having him around is my secret pleasure
Chatting to him through heart is my hidden myth
Cleaning his room is my ownership of possession
Lighting the venue is my brightness of mind
Shouting to him is my madness of humanity
Crying in front of him is my concealed weakness
Insulting his portrait is his denial of my aspiration
The sequence of this process made myself 'Me'
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