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We say it every day Second guessing it constantly Never knowing if it’s true Warping into mayhem on the inside Grinning on the outside This feeling isn’t right This feeling isn’t safe But it’s familiar Some call it insanity Some call it torture Some call it an illness But we crave the way this feels Isolating us from all common sense It will break us in the end But we are still on this ride Chasing each other through ups and downs, Twists and turns On this rickety old rollercoaster Never knowing when to stop Arms in the air Faces to the sky Wind in our hair Eternally giddy Eternally reckless We are wild on this ride We are wild in our hearts We will fly off these tracks together We will land with bruises and scars We will heal, Forget our regrets, And we will do it all over again. We call this love.
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
What do you call it?
We say it every day Second guessing it constantly Never knowing if it’s true Warping into mayhem on the inside Grinning on the outside This feeling isn’t right This feeling isn’t safe But it’s familiar Some call it insanity Some call it torture Some call it an illness But we crave the way this feels Isolating us from all common sense It will break us in the end But we are still on this ride Chasing each other through ups and downs, Twists and turns On this rickety old rollercoaster Never knowing when to stop Arms in the air Faces to the sky Wind in our hair Eternally giddy Eternally reckless We are wild on this ride We are wild in our hearts We will fly off these tracks together We will land with bruises and scars We will heal, Forget our regrets, And we will do it all over again. We call this love.
#love#rollercoaster#reckless
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clare-1
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
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