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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

Sylvia Plath

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
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Air Feeling Happiness Mountain People Tree
I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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Enough Important Need Smile Thinking
I knew you’d decide to be all right again.
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Again Decision Healing
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
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Inspirational Prison Room Work Hard Yourself
Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
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Hurt Infinite Melt Precious Sad
I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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Broken Heart Dead Flower Relationship
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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Contain Crack Darkness Leak Life
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Poetry Voice Writing
I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.
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Blood Death Violence
I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
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Fall Mood People Understand
So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
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Eyes Happen Learning Life Silver Slice Yourself
Everything in life is writable.
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Life Writing
Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.
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Care Matter Opinion Orgasms
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.
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Broken Heart Cry Depression Pain Sad
Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
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Alone Betrayal Company Important Self Love
If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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Body Glass Stain Tattoo Temple Window

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

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