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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

Sylvia Plath

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
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Acceptance Demonstrate Expectation Feeling Finding Giving Love
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
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 feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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Feeling Terrible Vilnerable Writing
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 myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.
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Feeling Life Melt Negative Person Shadow
Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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Myself Steer
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
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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Couple Important Kiss
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
I woke to the sound of rain.
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Rain Sound Wake Up
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
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Doubt Empty Faith God One Liner Sky Talk
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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Creative Doubt Enemy Gut Imagination Life Worst Writing
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
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Hard Learning Life Love
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

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