One second it was love, the next second it was love. Love was wrong one second, but it was youth the next second. I always tell myself that everything that happened back then was just a mistake in falling in love a second ago. It was just a youth passing through her and my life. We lived in two worlds.
But, how much youth is there? How many were there one second ago?
How much youth do those born in the 1970s still have? What about those born in the 1980s? What about those born in the 1990s who are the most controversial people today?
Wild, violent, unruly... We, the post-90s generation, only have a little bit left!
Love is like a thief, she stole my time, my youth, and the soul that should belong to me...
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