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really gotta thank my brain sometimes, especially when it deletes the bad memories. sure, the good ones are gone too, but those hurt the same anyway..
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You know what one of my biggest fears is? It's That the people I consider the closest will one day see I'm not really worth it. That they'll quietly leave, no fight, no closure, just disappear from my life and go on to live lighter, happier without me. And no one will even notice I'm not around. Not really. Like I was never that important to begin with.
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— Dulce María Loynaz, from “Poem XCVI,” in Absolute Solitude: Selected Prose Poems (tr. James O’Connor) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.
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“ur so quiet” thanks i do not want to talk to you
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Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated March 8, 1958)
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Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke daa
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