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I am what I feel and think and do.

Sylvia Plath

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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Breath Heart Listen Peace Self Love
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 find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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Absolute Finding Fulfillemnt Myself Poem Writing
We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
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Dreams Horrible Imagination Life Poverty Work
I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
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Hate Money Myself Nervous People
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
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Active Choice Constant Happiness Mad Mood Passive Sad
I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out.
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Afraid Criticize Experience Glory Inspirational Myself Numb Pain Shut Taste Want
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
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
Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
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Black Broken Heart Depression Eyes Feeling Hollow Silence
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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Hide Honesty Reveal Try
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Always Christmas Disappointment Feeling
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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Broken Heart Depression Pain Sad Silence
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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Born Drops Eyes Shut World
If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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Body Glass Stain Tattoo Temple Window
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Always Christmas Disappointment Feeling

I am what I feel and think and do.

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