We CHANGE, we GROW UP,
we FUCK UP, we LOVE,
we HURT,
we're TEENAGERS,
we're still LEARNING.
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The things I do for love.
When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.
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