Now more than ever, love is like glass,
easily breakable.
It's rare
to find a love stronger than diamond.

Much like finding a needle in a haystack,
seemingly impossible.
As love fades away,
quicker than the rain on a hot summer day.

As each generation begins,
love comes closer to the end.
Loses its worth,
becomes a trend.

Love is being forgotten
as we speak.
Since sex is all that matters,
let's see how long it proceeds.

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