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Sylvia Plath Quotes
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
What did my hands do before they held you?
I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
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