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All is well in the land of lost youth. We still breathe. We still smile. Maybe the youth isn't as lost as we thought. We still laughed. Had our moments. We'll see eachother across the line. And all will be.

Our love for love is not enough anymore. It used to keep us dry on the rainy nights... wet on the dry ones. A shade from the sun and a light in the dark. No more, as it has become a crutch. For what injuries do we need a crutch? You know that love took us off our feet. Cut our knees out and scarred our waists. Left an imprint on the inside of our eyes, forever reminding us to stay away. Never to return. But we persist. We will look adoration in the eye, despite the imprint, and subsequently embrace it. Love does not strike fear in us. It does not hinder us. Oh how it tries. And though it cripples us, we are strong. Tenacious. Perhaps naive.

Don't let love... or, life as it were... scare you