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i actually think a lot of the response to this album stems from the increasing attitude that art has to be morally pure to be good

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IM SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY

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You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised us

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I hate it here....

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no thank you

spring!

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we should really be talking more about taylor ending the anthology with three straight songs about the loss of youth

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taylor in the black dog: i'm watching my ex's location because he forgot to turn it off hehe. btw i want to fucking die and i want him to hear it when i do

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spring!

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the prophecy - taylor swift

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In Summation by Taylor Swift

At this hearing

I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department

With a summary of my findings

A debrief, a detailed rewinding

For the purpose of warning

For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall

I had been struck with a case of a restricted humanity

Which explains my plea here today of temporary insanity

You see, the pendulum swings

Oh, the chaos it brings

Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spend years denying what's ill fated

Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets.

Tried dimming the shine.

Tried to orbit his planet.

Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight

Bursting through

Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven

And into the microwave

Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave

How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower

Swinging a sword he could barely lift

But loneliness struck at that fateful hour

Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

“In summation, it was not a love affair!”

I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase.

It was self harm.

It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face

Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so l enter into evidence

My tarnished coat of arms

My muses, acquired like bruises

My talismans and charms

The tick, tick, tick of love bombs

My veins of pitch black ink All's fair in love and poetry

Sincerely,

The Chairman

of The Tortured Poets Department

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I Look Through People’s Windows is like “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere” come true

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT — Taylor Swift

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the tortured poets department - taylor swift

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Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god... Karma's a relaxing thought.