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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.

Sylvia Plath

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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Broken Heart Desire Destroy Ending Expectation
I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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Cynical Feeling Hell Wise
Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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Cheer Growth Life Positive Soul Spring
I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
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Expression Life Translation Urge Want 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
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
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
A man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.
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Different Emotions Man Togetherness Woman World
Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Depression Intoxicate Love Madness One Liner Sad
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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Alone Certain Empty Strange Street Unique Walk
I dream too much, work too little.
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Dreams Work Writing
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
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
As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.
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Air Always Live Poet Practical Teaching
Tomorrow is another day toward death.
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Death Future
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Poetry Voice Writing

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