A Love Letter to Taylor Swift

Breaking Up With Depression

Blue angel watch me

You looked so nice in the snow

But where are you now?

You were seventeen

Two years, I am now nineteen

You’re still seventeen

Sometimes I can think

Things were better off this way

I know I am wrong

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