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"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
Maybe we are too young to know what real love is,
maybe we are too old to believe in fairytales.
There are too many maybes,
and I tend to fall for every single one of them.
But under this bunch of maybes there is a hidden truth,
it was always you, and it will always be you. |
