"My life is meaningless."
They smell the same,look the same.
Forgettable, replaceable,collectible.
Yes, I know!
But he's not another seashell on the seashore.
Unexplainable, wonderful, rough on the outside.
Mine to carry home, mine to hold.
I'll tell my mother what I've found.
He's not another seashell on the seashore.
I'll show him how I've fallen so deeply in love.
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