juliet, where's the happy dagger that you gleefully pierced your heart with did you tell him leave some poison for me, too cause my man's afraid to die for love (he's got living left to do) esther, can i bleed with you underneath the glass of your bell jar is there room for me to leave with you cause i hate the way they look at me (i think they hate me too) let me jump in your pages, esther and juliet and turn my life into words would you ask your authors, if they weren't dead to kill me off in a prose or a chapter and feed me to the audience of which you were fed and i could become a classic, like you, intead of just being low class my readers would be addicted to this heroine in real life, you just end up dead in your life, you're a legend.
Reason for writing:
i'm a fan of sylvia plath, and was feeling kinda depressed today
Birth sign: Gemini
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