The phone rang in the middle of the night.
"Yes..." I picked it up. I wasn't asleep yet.
"Is this Miss Taylor Swift?"
"Yes. May I know what this is in reference to?"
The line got disconnected.
I tried to sleep but found myself pacing the space in my room.
I went to the balcony and sat down on the hanging chair there. The night air was crisp and cold. I took a long deep breath. And just as I was about to feel better I felt the urge to vomit.
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Death By A Thousand Cuts.
FanfictionTaylor Swift is smart, beautiful, rich and famous. She has many friends, loving parents and a gorgeous boyfriend. But fame comes with a lot of downsides. The constant hate directed towards her takes a toll on her life. The need to be calm, poised a...
