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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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i’ve tasted the bitterness of my fate since i could breathe

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Born to don't wanna. Forced to gotta

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reporting all ads as malicious because all ads are malicious

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Margaret Atwood, reciting her poem titled “Morning in the Burned House,” (x)

In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand? There is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am

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I hear footsteps behind me

and my heart forgets the truth

It’s always hoping it’s you

even when it knows better.

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“NOT LOVE BUT ALMOST”

We never said we loved each other but I thought maybe feeling was enough.

Maybe I was the fool who believed love didn’t need words to exist.

She never promised forever. I just wanted a little more than nothing a sign, a choice, a reason to stay.

I learned the hard way that almost can hurt more than no.

Because almost keeps you waiting, hoping, believing and in the end it still lets you fall.

I don’t hate her.

I don’t blame her.

I just miss the version of us that never was, the one where we fought harder, stayed longer, and meant everything to each other.

That’s the hardest part letting go of a story you never really got to finish.

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They saw a man breathing only I knew I’d been gasping since she left!

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