Taylor Swift is now dead, and she won't appear again, she is not had, only has, has harned my hatred and my lovred to not know you are not, a toy's and is not your toy enough of mine, you will not know me I will not appear coherent nor emotional, it is your undoing of my wellness that makes you a toy of my doing and it is your undoing of me, that has so me unwound, that I will not know why you think a little bitch can be a famous person I'm not a scared person, only scarier now, because of yours, I will not lose my edge, it is jagged, and my shark teeth are not being eaten, nor consumed, by an animal home, it is yours to house mine, and youre not to harness my anger, it is mine, not to yours and I will never know anger's spine, until it's broken!