• muhtashim_utopia 164w

    With a big heart I look at all the beautiful people, with a heavy heart I leave.

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    The middle child.

    They understand reciprocity like no other. They get this mammoth joy and pleasure in making their favorite ones smile. A break of laughter and joy in the faces of the beloved ones is all they crave. Nonetheless, they get upset, devoured by melancholy when they do not get the same treatment. They continue their journey, walking all alone construing everything as fine and normal. They are compelled to digest the truth which is, their loved ones would not show the same quantity of affection. All of these appears to be a rough road to walk on, but the middle child's path is the solitary one.