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Top Secret Suicide.
Heather
NY.
Hopeless writer, hopeful lover. Forever member of the Dead Parent Society. Typically found on an ambulance.
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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.
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[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:
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