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‘cause I knew you, stepping on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain
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We are never just good or just bad. We are mosaics of our worst selves and our best selves, our deepest secrets and our favorite stories to tell at a dinner party, existing somewhere between our well-lit profile photo and our drivers license shot. We are all a mixture of our selfishness and generosity, loyalty and self-preservation, pragmatism and impulsiveness.
you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter you are the best thing, that's ever been mine.

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did the love affair maim you too?: a story inspired by “all too well (ten minute version)”
i still remember
and how we glistened as i fell...
They say you never remember something the same way twice. Each time you think of something past, what you recall is from the last time you thought of it. Each time, more of the event or person is lost. You slowly lose pieces of it; memories can’t be trusted. But when you lose a person, whether losing touch or death or they were just never meant to be a permanent part of your life in the first place, memories are all you have left.
After David, Mia’s memories swirl through her head, a mixture of fact and fiction, their first meeting to their breakup, and the aftermath. Everything she remembers, everything she doesn’t, is all she has left of him. She clings to every memory she has of him, unable to let go. Because everything, the fights, the laughter, the unadmitted love, the support, the adventures, the letting go, are all she has. And she remembers it, all too well.
TW: mentions of alcohol, hinted emotional abuse (including gaslighting), age gap relationship. Message for more information or a missed trigger.
read on: (ao3) (wattpad)
note: this is not, in any way, meant to be a story about Taylor’s life. It is simply her words that inspired mine. Any connection to any actual event is entirely coincidental.
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Hey, Dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?
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