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The Trick to Holding OnLet go of the ones who hurt you Let go of the ones you outgrowLet go of the words they hurl your way as you’re walking out the door The only thing cut and dry In this hedge-maze life Is the fact that their words will cut but your tears will dry They don’t tell you this when you are youngYou can’t hold on to everything Can’t show up for everyone You pick your poison Or your cure Phone numbers you know by heart And the ones you don’t answer any moreHold on to the faint recognition in the eye of a stranger As it catches you in its lustrous net How quickly we become intertwined How wonderful it is to forget All the times your intuition failed you But it hasn’t killed you yetHold on to childlike whims and moonlight swims and your blazing self-respect And if you drive the roads of this townOnes you’ve gone down so many times before Flashback to all the timesLife nearly ran you off the road But tonight your hand is steady Suddenly you’ll know The trick to holding onWas all that letting go Taylor Swift
If You're Anything Like MeIf you're anything like me,You bite your nails,And laugh when you're nervous.You promise people the world,because that's what they want from you.You like giving them what they want...But darling, you need to stop,If you're anything like me,You knock on wood every time you make plans.You cross your fingers, hold your breath,Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashesYour superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck.Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado...If life gets too good now,Darling, it scares you.If you're anything like me,You never wanted to lock your door,Your secret garden gate or your diary drawerDidn't want to face the you you don't know anymoreFor fear she was much better before...But Darling, now you have to.If you're anything like me,There's a justice system in your headFor names you'll never speak again,And you make your ruthless rulings.Each new enemy turns to steelThey become the bars that confine you,In your own little golden prison cell...But Darling, there is where you meet yourself.If you're anything like meYou've grown to hate your prideTo love your thighsAnd no amount of friends at 25Will fill the empty seatsAt the lunch tables of your pastThe teams that picked you last...But Darling, you keep trying.If you're anything like me,You couldn't recognize the face of your loveUntil they stripped you of your shiny paintThrew your victory flag awayAnd you saw the ones who wanted you anyway...Darling, later on you will thank your starsfor that frightful day.If you're anything like me,I'm sorry.But Darling, it's going to be okay.
Why She DisappearedWhen she fell, she fell apart.Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decoratedas a child with sidewalk chalkWhen she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew awaywith the winds that took all of her fair-weather friendsWhen she looked around, her skin was spattered with inkforming the words of a thousand voicesEchoes she heard even in her sleep:"Whatever you say, it is not right.""Whatever you do, it is not enough.""Your kindness is fake.""Your pain is manipulative."When she lay there on the ground,She dreamed of time machines and revengeand a love that was really something,Not just the idea of something.When she finally rose, she rose slowlyAvoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny penniesWary of phone calls and promises,Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemesWhen she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingnessWaded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neckBathed in her brokennessSaid a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armorshe never knew she neededStanding broad-shouldered next to herwas a love that was really something,not just the idea of something.When she turned to go home,She heard the echoes of new words"May your heart remain breakableBut never by the same hand twice"And even louder:"without your past,you could never have arrived-so wondrously and brutally,By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance...here."And in the death of her reputation,She felt truly alive.
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