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<br><br><center><br><div style="width:400px"><center><div style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';letter-spacing:0px;color:#dbc6b0;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:0px">Looking at it now, it all seemed so simple</div>
<div style="color: #9e9e9e;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:100%;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase">The rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color</div><br>
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<br><br><center><div style="width:198px;text-align:left;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:0px;line-height:70%;color: #dbc6b0; padding-bottom:5px">The monsters turned out to be just trees.</div>
<div style="margin:0px;padding:0px;color: #9e9e9e;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:10px;letter-spacing:0px;width:190px;line-height:100%;text-align:justify"></i></b>“Live your life like you’re 80 looking back on your teenager years. You know if your dad calls you at eight in the morning and asks if you want to go out for breakfast. As a teenager you’re like no, I want to sleep. But as an eighty year old looking back you have that breakfast with your dad. It just little things like that, that helped me when I was a teenager in terms of making choices you won’t regret.”</div>
<center><div style="margin: 0px; padding: 3px; color: #8f8f8f;  line-height: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px;"><div style="width:185px;background-color:#dbc6b0"><br><a href="http://www.yoble.com.br/Community/4868"><font color="#ffffff">taylor swift characters</a><br><Br></font></div></span></td>
<td><center><div style="margin:0px;padding:0px;color: #dbc6b0;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:23px;text-align:center;line-height:80%;letter-spacing:1px;width:190px">Are we out of the woods yet?</div>
<div style="color: #9e9e9e;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:7px;letter-spacing:1px;line-height:140%;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase">I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free"<br><br></div>
<div style="margin:0px;padding:0px;color: #9e9e9e;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:10px;letter-spacing:0px;width:190px;line-height:10px;text-align:justify"></i></b>Hi, I'm Taylor. I love the number 13. I was born in December on a Christmas tree farm. I like imagining what life was like hundreds of years ago. I have blurry eyesight. My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because, as far as I'm concerned, love is absolutely everything. I'm easily excited, thrilled, scared, and shocked. I'm 25 now, but I never stopped jumping up and down when something wonderful happens. My biggest fear is getting bad news. Or, letting someone down. I love my friends and I'm always making new ones. I don't really think you can ever stop making new friends or learning about as many new things as possible. I also don't think you should ever take life so seriously that you forget to play. In my mind, when you experience love that's fast paced and out of control and mixes infatuation, jealousy, frustration, miscommunication, and all of those lovely emotions… In retrospect, it all looks red. I can't wait for so many things. But mostly I can't wait to see you, whether it's in a crowd or a coffee shop. Thank you for listening, showing up, reading, and taking such good care of me.</div>
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