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They say these are the best years of your life
As far as i can tell, those words slip between my fingers like sand
You feel like it is there, but all that is left is grime in the cuts
You're supposed to fall in love
But i can't keep myself from falling into the caverns of hopelessness
Into a myriad of sharp sea glass

Because looks can be deceiving

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