I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.
The Bell Jar, confessional poetry
From 'The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath'.
Undated, likely early 1950s
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