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Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

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
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Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
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As I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.
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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.
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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.
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The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
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Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.
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