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I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.

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
Miracle
Ends
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Thinking
Someday
Suicide
Killing

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