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My Radar, After All These Years Of Sanity, Is Still Off When It Comes To What People Do Or Don't Mean.

But I Saw The Pain And Sadness In Everything, And Swirled It Round My Mouth Like A Fine Wine.

I'm Not Crazy Or Dangerous, Just A Bit Eccentric And Lonely.

When I Am In A Relationship, I Don’t Wear Lipstick At All. I Hate The Smearing, The Retouching, The Constant Throb Of Phoniness As You Surreptitiously Check The Damage In Your Compact Between Kisses. I Wear Lots Of Mascara To Compensate, Different Colors So I Don’t Get Bored. When I Am About To Break Up With A Guy, He Has Full Warning Because I Start Wearing Lipstick Again.

There's So Much Guilt There Attached To Having A Perfectly Good Life.