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I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.

Sylvia Plath

I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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Feeling Terrible Vilnerable Writing
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
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
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
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
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Deep Disappointment Expectation Relationship
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
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Awful Deep Freedom Want
I find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry.
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Intense Life Novel Perhaps Poetry
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
Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Depression Intoxicate Love Madness One Liner Sad
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
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
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Feminism Goodness Live Love Sentence
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
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 am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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Broken Heart Dead Flower Relationship
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 feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.

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