I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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