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sylvia... how do you always hit the mark?

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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Getting There

not quite myself yet your presence failed to reaffirm my essence, dead weight now, you are purely what you once were released from my mind, the yearning as you were freed from my arms long ago I'm so glad we both feel lighter

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if you never broke down in a public place at least once then you haven't really got that humour prototype... yet

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getting emotions dumped on me is my love language now. suffocate me with your feelings. let me be empathetic and choke myself to death with emotions that probably aren't even mine.

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i just need to eat a sandwich that tastes like someone really loves me and cares about me and then i think i’ll be ok

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decaying

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if kindness if never shown to a dog throughout its life, it will run and question it at the first glance of it.

it's not just about dogs. obviously.

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what happens to the kid who don't reach out when the storm hits? they know that living through it is always the only option. they know no one can ever save them. they know that it will pass. they also know that they're alone. they know it's hard but they're strong enough. but for how long? why is it never ending? why is there always the sense of the storm following very close by? why can't the kid escape? does wanting to live a life free of fear a little too much to ask?

I want to help the kid but I can't

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thoughts overlapping. don't know what to finish and where to start

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<3 is proper punctuation

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yesterday, isolated in my own reflection a familiar face, held all my attention tonight, the monster returns, owed to my mind's rejection we fuse to become, an ode of protection

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sappy girl hour

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can't stop reading about them

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i have this inherent rage and sadness filled inside the crevices of my bones and my being. I don't know what to do with it. I don't know where to put it.