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I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.

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
Worse
Crazy
Hell
Knowing
Makes
Kind
Sanity
Sickness

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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
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