Sylvia Plath — "I felt my old world, my old self, beginning to rot away from me."
I felt my old world, my old self, beginning to rot away from me.
I felt my old world, my old self, beginning to rot away from me.
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"I must be a masochist to enjoy this torture."
"I am jealous of men – a dangerous and subtle envy which can corrode, I imagine, any relationship."
"Perhaps when we are old and ill, in a world of our own, we may feel as if we are of no account to anyone. But we are not old, not ill, and we have the world to live in."
"If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier."
"The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it."
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