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God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.
Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
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Victoria Lucas
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