First Love

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Oh, how beautiful it is,

First love, all sunshine and daydreams,

How dizzy it feels,

Falling over each other in pure bliss,

It's as handsome as it is harsh.

It can either end in glory,

Or rip you to shreds.

It can beat you up,

mellow your self-love.

It is a terrifically terrifying instance...

Only the best have sustained.

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