Top Secret Suicide.

I’m in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar

For so long I felt like I was drowning and then something changed and suddenly I had air in my lungs again. Your time will come and when it does, you will breathe in life and out the pain that once left you breathless.

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: With Burning,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath

“We grow.  It hurts at first.”]

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Swifties with all their crazy new TS7 theories

Taylor, lurking in the shadows: