"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."
"The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag."
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Source: Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.224, Faber & Faber
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