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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
Diarist
Essayist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Life
Breath
Breaths
Chaos
Inspiring
Took
Bray
Deep
Listened
Inspirational
Encouraging
Heart
Positivity

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