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Sylvia Plath Quote - 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.

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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The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.
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Conflict Constant Escape Life Mature Necessary Solution Struggle Tragedy Try
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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Depression Safe Touch World
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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Air Couple Friendship Imagination Meet Valentine
Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
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Colour Life Love Morning One Liner Positive Touch
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
Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
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Alone Betrayal Company Important Self Love
Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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Comparison Immortal Tree
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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Capable Desperate Love Obvious Want
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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Art Broken Heart Depression Die Exceptional
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
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
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Alone Couple Crazy Each Other People Single
The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Abstract Concrete Kill One Liner Save
Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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Body Dreams Feminism Giving Mind Thinking
After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.
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Choose Inspirational Life Reveal
I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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Feeling Terrible Vilnerable Writing
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
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Age Education Fade Feminism Horrible Ideas Indifference
Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
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Beat Beauty Broken Heart Come Back Defeat Home Sorrow Story
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Poetry Voice Writing
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 felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Always Christmas Disappointment Feeling
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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Life Myself Organ Rare Stitch
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
Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.
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Bore Eternity One Liner Want
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
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Depression Goodness Happen Please Struggle
I am too pure for you or anyone.
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Feminism One Liner Pure Women Empowerment
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 find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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Absolute Finding Fulfillemnt Myself Poem Writing

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