A Love Letter to Taylor Swift

Breaking Up With Depression

my friend & my lover

are

two friends & lovers

who

cared

less

about the honey

dripping from me

and let

the bees sting

for years how could they

forget

I was once

their queen?

What do you do when you know you’re going to die? I mean I know I’m not invincible, but death is not in my sights. It could be lurking...

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