you can always bleed a little more.
I need a father, I need a mother /
I need some older, wiser being to cry to.
I'd talk to the sky but it is empty.THE UNABRIDGED JOURNALS OF SYLVIA PLATH / SYLVIA PLATH
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﹙ chapter ten, act one ﹚
avens fida.
southern island, the arena.
july, 70 att.
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