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Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Kill
Amount
Small
Actually
Innocuous
Trying
Amounts
Hung
Occupation
Suicide

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