People are like delicate grains of sand...
You grab some and hold them in your hand...
Many you will lose, they'll slip along the way...
Many will creep between your fingers day by day...
The tighter you squeeze, the more they'll rebel,
When you finally realize, most of them already fell!
The one grain which you will keep...
Is the one willing to stay and not leap...
For as hard as you hold on for what's not yours,
You run the risk of losing it to any open doors!
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