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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

Sylvia Plath

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
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 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 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 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 terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
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Darkness Depression Sleep Terrified
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
I am myself. That is not enough.
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Enough Inspirational Myself Self Love Women Empowerment
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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Enough Lifetime Live Reading Thinking Work
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 felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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Cynical Feeling Hell Wise
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
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
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Inadequate Trouble
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
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
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Beauty Coincidence Combination Fairy Tale Hurt Life Shock Togetherness
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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Capable Desperate Love Obvious Want

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

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