"Even Castles made of sand fall into the sea eventually."
You said it, not me.
And I've been wondering lately:
If it's not something,
Is it nothing?
If it's not growing,
Is it rotting?
I need something more from you,
because eternity is in your eyes,
but I'm tired of waiting for you to open them.
Make me believe.
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