With solom tears falling;
I find the truth,
It's not what you say,
There is no way;
You can not be the one,
and the same one I talked to;
Someone else is trying to convince me;
That Taylor Swift is my Twin Flame.
I'm not dumb but I did run away;
from the one I used to talk to:
I'm not falling for this we never-
even kissed, and yet I still remember;
the flavor of her lips; and loving-
reminders in her songs; I can endure no more, this is too much for even me:
So I scream out to the night with all of the heart I have left, let it be what it's to be or forever let me go;
everyone has a limit and I there.
so if you care as you say, make no,
delay and come to me or let me be forever fee. I cut off the connection not out of rejection, but self protection, because a crazy fan of hers, attacked me on Christmas day and broken rib and all.
So even as I weep slowly cry I ask if you love me come to me I will be putting my life in order. Thomas Ott
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