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Change your mind, Taylor

I found out that Taylor Swift wrote off country music today. At times I wonder, who do we think we are? Owner of our own hearts? Sinkers of ships? Destroyers of dreams? Children of destiny? My name's Monica and I don't own my heart. I borrowed someone else's though and he's quite kind to mine in return. I don't sink ships unless I have to and I'd never give up country music no matter who I thought I changed into. I laugh too loud and I spend too much money of coffee, energy drinks, and boba smoothies. Honestly, I could use a real makeover. I try my best not to destroy dreams but I find myself clinging to the thought of fate and destiny as much as the next cheesy romantic. I cry too loud, too much and too often. God has a special place in his heart for people like me. I crave attention but only sometimes and it's usually accompanied by a dull ache in my chest. I'll get back to you when I come to a conclusion on what that is. I don't say "no" to a cold one at the end of a long day. Sometimes -and this one is embarrassing- I yell back at the guests when they yell at me. (I may be in customer service, but that doesn't make me a verbal punching bag.) I've got issues and attitude and an inability to stop putting myself down. Who do we think we are? Everyday I change my mind. But not about country. Taylor, what were you thinking?
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