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We were a whirlwind of things We were passion and fire but we didn't mind getting burnt Knowing that kind of love Knowing what it's worth We were the nightlife and the fast car that would ride forever We were the crash and the crushed bones that never seemed to heal right but We wouldn't mind all of the wounds They would heal Knowing that kind of love was worth it You’d assume love is always worth it. Right? You were my wildest fight m.d.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
My Wildest Fight
We were a whirlwind of things We were passion and fire but we didn't mind getting burnt Knowing that kind of love Knowing what it's worth We were the nightlife and the fast car that would ride forever We were the crash and the crushed bones that never seemed to heal right but We wouldn't mind all of the wounds They would heal Knowing that kind of love was worth it You’d assume love is always worth it. Right? You were my wildest fight m.d.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
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