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We're feeling exhausted and sorry for ourselves with youth enslaving our insanities.
We're worried we may never grow up fast enough.
Our hearts are tangled and gradually growing numb.
I'm wishing I could sew, so perhaps I may stitch our futures together forever whilst you sleep.
We were bound that once, rings exchanged. I couldn't have been happier, until something went terribly wrong and mine fell off.

I promise I still keep it with me.