Or... is it that we were more willing to believe in their potential awesomeness then, and are less willing to believe in the prospects of today?
Have we lost our innocence? Are we really just tired, worn-out prostitutes looking for the next fix?
Did those times mean anything at all?
Would the first girl you kissed even recognize you now? Would she even remember that night?
Are our best days not only behind us, but lost forever in the fog of time?
Is this how it all ends? Shouldn't there have been something more?
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