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Young Love by: Liz Clapper You say you don’t understand, why should the fear of striking out keep me from playing the game? Because it’s my heart I’m protecting, can’t you see? All the lies that you’ve told me, that I was too stupid to believe. But in the end it really is all just a game, no matter how much we do love one another. It will never be the same Our hearts are broken, there are no words left unspoken, Just an old bag of memories I find myself trying to forget. But each and every single time I end up failing, I remember how much I am still in love with you. I can’t explain in words, how hard this is for me.  But I would rather have loved and lost, then never have loved at all.

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