There is something so beautiful about youth. There is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness. Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations. Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it; Our soft, smooth and silky skin. We are beautiful, at our prime age of beauty and growth. We are new and refreshing, pleasing to the eye. We are like a new flower, blooming with life. Short days and long nights. Our bodies come alive at dusk. Our bodies are powerful, they are instruments. They love youth. Why do they pay hundreds of thousands of dollars. To stay and look young? Youth. It’s what sent countless men on a search for a fountain of it. It’s what caused men to fight and die for Helen of Troy. It’s what caused alchemists to mix dozens of elixirs. All to keep the beautiful immortality of youth. Youth I cannot live without.
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