on my way to go see Elvis with mini bottles of tequila stuffed in my purse xx
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.]
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