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𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆,
𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.
𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎.
𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎,
𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇.
𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑰 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏,
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏.
- Taylor Swift ♡
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