Sylvia Plath poems

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corrosive emotions of insecurity
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Two of us but we never make a couple. Maybe just because we can't stand the happiness when it's too overwhelming. We're addicted to depression.
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“With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being.” ❤️☀️
Free Fallin'
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar