Beautiful words of Virginia and Sylvia
Timeless through all our advances
Another's melancholy is therapy for others
You are no psychologist, ma'am
And sure as Hell are no Wolfe
A keyboard does not make a poet
Fake fingernails cannot write beauty
There is not a strand of pain in you
Just wine trying to fill the vast emptiness
Plath would vomit at your sight
Spoiled suburban hussy with a complex
You will never come close to being an artist
You're just too fucking comfortable
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Fucktastic!
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