We never paid any attention to the long run. We set ourselves up to crash and burn within a week, and lord it hurt, it hurt more than anything else, but I braced myself, I bit my lip just like you used to do, and I was ready for every last inch of pain. We threw our love into the fire and we le it burn and burn until the ashes finally blew away with the wind.We're still falling baby, and we're bound to hit the end eventually.
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Ephemera
Poetrye·phem·er·a əˈfem(ə)rə/ noun things that exist or are used or enjoyed for only a short time. items of collectible memorabilia, typically written or printed ones, that were originally expected to have only short-term usefulness or popularity.
