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i've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown.
24/7 sylvia plath.
writing in blood on the walls,
'cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad.
don't ask if i'm happy, you know that i'm not
but, at best, i can say i'm not sad.
'xause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have..
hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.